Most subtle of the shifting forms and yet most constant too
Whose moonlit transformation cannot change the heart that’s true.
He hearkens to each season’s turn and reads the twilight air
And listens to the inner song that knows both foul and fair.
Between two worlds he journeys and in both he can be seen
In adoration of the moon yet always clothed in green.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Great sketch too Sue.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Thanks David! xxx
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Wonderful, Sue, and that hare has real personality – I can almost hear it talking!
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I wonder what it would impart? 🙂
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Mmm, let’s see…the hare looks old and wise, so maybe “Let’s share the moonlight…”
or maybe “Don’t eat me, I’m old and tough”? 😉
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I’d go for the moonlight 😉
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