Rabbit On The Moon

There is a rabbit who’s in the habit of mixing potions on the moon

Deep in the night by lunar light, he stirs with his great silver spoon

Watch him wrestle with mortar and pestle concocting a magical brew

The hare likes to prepare his ingredients there into a bubbling stew

He’s gone there to churn and never return to the forests of Earth below

He likes the moon’s surface to use for his purpose, bathed in a celestial glow

This outer space mixer blends his super elixir in his large cauldron of stone

He’s done so for ages , through history's pages and prefers to do it alone.

Backstory

How delightful that Rebecca Leek – Podcaster, Poet Champion, Radio Host, Teacher, Accordion

player, Singer and POET! in her own right, chose to read this poem on her podcast.

https://rebeccaleek.substack.com/p/the-ditty-bag-episode-1

DO check her out every week for her latest posting of poetry.

The Moon Rabbit! If you look, you just might see him up there. He’s a regular occupant of the

lunar surface, according to folklore from East Asia to the Mayan peninsula. He’s mixing away

and what is really in that cauldron of his-is anyone’s guess. I sleep better though, knowing he’s

there, going about his rabbity business.