We chased down the moon

and the rabbits were out

and soft little breezes

were ruffling about

and we drove in the wake

of the crescent on high

the largest we'd known

in our history of skies

there was nothing to do

but to follow it then

til the clouds drew the curtains

and shuttered it in

so we drifted the breezes

and turned our sails home

while the rabbits white tails

caught the remnants of moon

Sara Mathews     October 4 2026