Wide-eyed the rabbit in the green
looking to the hare on the face of
the moon - is it the cold, or fear
which makes her shiver? there's not
enough night, not enough darkness to
elope, - not a shadowfold to hide;
the predattors breath is on the air
when suddenly she jumps, - a white
dot of tail, zigzaging to the trees!
behind the bushes the foxes eyes,
lighten up, shine green and disapear!
by Nomi Ben-David, for Gaby.
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