Hare Box

At the Goddess and Green man
I purchased a Hare Box
For all of my trinkets and jewellery, she
Sits on my dresser the moon in her Heaven
An ethereal image
That does remind me
Of the hare I once saw
In old Braddon lane
Staring up at the moon
On a cold afternoon
Sleet slaked precariously
Though soon turned to rain
Observing unnerving
I parked by the side
Her eyes were aglow
With no where to hide
Playfulness
Aware of the countryside’s show
The gratification
The beat and the flow
Sat in the stillness
Her true animation
Unwinking, unblinking
Thinking she’d go

My little Hare Box
Had a real glow about it
Mosaic ebony shot through
With stars
The fire in her heart
Took a turn and she scarpered
Not phased for one moment
About passing cars