Questions for the Moon

by Samara Elizabeth Vance   Dec 6, 2005


How old is the white rabbit,
that sits upon your face?
Does he only prowl at night?
Is that his only place?
Sometimes I look up to see him watching,
from his perch so high above.
As he sits silent as the sky,
and as white as a dove.

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