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November grey, end of day
Mist time
smoke time
rabbit time,
magic time
Small boy follows through the gate.
Golden time, berry time, crimson leaves in the lake.
Footsteps follow, join the chase.
Where to? Where next?
Look around.
What's hiding in autumn leaves and evening light?
The moon shines down
as secret friends dance
on into the night.
Follow rabbit through his door,
time is passing into sleep.
Falling snow, winter time,
peaceful snow, feather soft.
Spring sun shines and small
boy wakes, follow rabbit,
flutter wings.
Buds unfurl and thrush sings
sweet, the season's green, the
blossom's pink.
Small boy follows through
the arch, to gold and blue.
The spring has passed.
Silent heat and poppy red,
a summer's beauty will not last.
Danger, rabbit! Race through seasons.
Follow small boy back to safety,
back to mist and bonfire burning,
frosty air and warm soft bed.
November grey, end of day
Mist time, smoke time, rabbit time,
magic time
