The Three Bunnies
On Summers’ Night’s Eve the moon was full
I hid in the shadows, and stilled my breathing.
I had heard this was the night of the three bunnies
They had a reputation for being skittish,
So I shut my camera off, and I hunkered down to wait.
I had almost given up when out of the shadows I saw a flash of white
Ghosts? Spirit helpers? Angels? It was the three bunnies.
They began to dance, flinging gauzy scarves around.
It was clear they were from another world,
A different dimension.
When I opened my eyes, they were gone
But I know I did not dream this.
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