It is three o’clock in the morning on the fourteenth instant of the fifth month. While Terra sleeps, the Hare turns on the Moon and opens heavy lids and stretches great hind legs and bursts with zeal from dark lunar regolith with the verve of new life. Charged with spring’s brio the Hare goes running, hopping and jumping from Spica to Zubenelgenubi to Antares before he takes one final three thousand trillion mile-long leap.
Vega sleeps next to her husband on the left side by an open window. The Moon Hare creeps with ears flattened to his angular skull through slats of blinds and pads two by two over a white gloss sill. He hops onto the end of a quilted bed. Vega feels his weight. She opens her eyes and sees a shadowy silhouette of tall, alert ears and a gnarled face and she stretches her fingers out and touches the cool, smooth skin of her husband’s back.
Husband lump grunts.
‘Hare’ she whispers.
And the bed is lighter and the shadow is gone.
An hour of fitful slumber later, a coarse barking peals through warm, rain-fresh, moonlit night. Husband lump stirs and turns over.
‘Fox’ the woman whispers in half-sleep.
It is morning and walking husband phones his wife.
‘There is a fox in the drive. His entrails are out of his body and a crow is breakfasting on him. If you can avoid it, I would not go out there. I have called the council and they will come and take it away.’
‘The fox; I heard him in the night.’
At ten o’clock at night on the fifteenth instant of the fifth month Vega looks to the May sky. On indigo air, nestled amidst luminescent cloud-mountains, beyond sable, jagged arbour networks and night-ash leaves, the Hare is chasing the Fox all around the Moon.
Images 1&2 – Stargazing Hare and Full Moon Fox by Anita Inverarity, http://www.redbubble.com/people/anitainverarity/works/8385756-star-gazing-hare