H is for Hares

Mythical, magical, transfixed by the moon
Piercing bright eyes, always watching
They journey with us from time to time
Each moment that ends we feel is too soon
Appearing in our path, just as bold as brass
The moonlight bathing them like a soft snow shower
To catch glimpse of a hare at an ungodly hour
Stopped for a fleeting glance before they slip back into the night
We are blessed those that see such a wonderous sight.