The Moon

Jackrabbit trumped with a generous mood
Offering itself on the fire for food
Touched by his virtue, the fortune approved
Outlining ears on the virtuous moon

As I'm about to enter your world
As I'm about to enter your world
I give you light

Some say the crane was the culprit too
Stretched by the weight as her legs withdrew
Carrying the chariot, the rabbit assumed
Brushing her face with a redheaded hubris

As I'm about to enter your world
As I'm about to enter your world
I give you blood