Day 11 – Auricula’s Garden Advent KAL

In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night; 
And she cocked a lissome ear, 
And she eyed the moon so bright, 
And she nibbled of the green; 
And I whispered "Wh-s-st! witch-hare," 
Away like a ghostie o'er the field 
She fled, and left the moonlight there.
Walter De La Mare

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