There’s a Hare in the moon tonight.
Crouching in the bright buttercup field of the moon and all the dogs in the world
howl at the hare in the moon.
“I chased that hare to the sky” the dogs cry.
“The hare jumped to the moon and left me here in the cold.
I chased that hare to the moon”
“Come down again wild hare, we can see you there” The dogs all howl to the star grassed sky.
“Come down again to the world, you mad hare in the moon.”
Judith Wright.
Handbuilt stoneware.
