Why is there always a rabbit on the moon?

Poetry

You see it there
Settled with its ears to one side

Grey among the luminous
Sequins of light

Everything is made of atoms
Everything but photons

You see that rabbit
Lope across your mind

A refracted figure
Your thought’s own darling

Nibbling the lunar stalks
Moonbeams stripped of their

Delicious roots and shortened
Into haphazard angles

And all those holes and craters
The warren work of this

Twitching velvet friend
‘See his ears?’ you say

‘See the way he’s sitting?
Can’t you can see it too?’

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