Two Rabbits and the Moon By Sara Wright

The Cottontail
watched me
a steep hill
to meet her
at the Cross –

She split the stone.
Datura delusions emerge
from this bloodline.
I stumble
down down down…
Her feet beat
a mourning drum
I’m in free fall.

Tropical mist
chokes mountain air.
What force
can annihilate
this hopeless story?

Both Hares
dead – one murdered,
the other abandoned
by the Moon.

is a naturalist, ethologist ( a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Maine.

Categories: Earth-based spirituality, General, Nature, Poetry

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6 replies

  1. Very sad. I hope things get cheerier pretty soon for all of us. Bright blessings!


  2. Beautiful! Poignant! Wishing you a blessed All Hallow’s Eve and full moon!

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  3. Having watched many cottontails these days in the California dry season, your poem moved me very much.

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  4. Oh, the drought is taking a toll on every living being – just like the fires – too much of latter, too little of the former – Living with extremes takes energy i sometimes no longer have…


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