all made the moment you came out
from beneath the safety of the earth.
How could you have known
about old, innocent blood on a far-away field
when your only thoughts
were of playtime in the sweet grass
as lush and green as your eyes could see?
The moon has seen
multitudes of pitiless horrors
play themselves out.
But it has also seen triumphs
and unforeseen beauty.
Feed yourself on those stories,
little rabbit, play to your strengths.
Keep a kind heart,
cultivate some cunning,
so that you may run with other rabbits
aware of, and delighted in, their power.
Make and find new stories,
Little Prince Unafraid
to Rebirth and Rename Himself—
stories of survival and joy to share
on cold, dark nights.
Song Choice: Baby Mine covered by Bonnie Raitt and Was not Was
Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem is linked to Poets and Storytellers United's Friday Writings Prompt. Today is also my Darling Youngest's birthday. Ren is 19 and I am proud of the young man he is becoming.