In the hush of evening’s gentle embrace,
A rabbit dances through the moonlit glade,
Soft paws kissing the earth with quiet grace,
In a world where shadows softly fade.

Whiskers twitch like leaves in the breeze,
As stars cast their silver gaze upon,
The tranquil meadow, where time seems to freeze,
And the rabbit’s journey quietly goes on.

Through fields of clover and wildflowers bright,
It weaves a path of wonder and delight,
In the symphony of the night’s soft sighs,
A guardian of dreams beneath starlit skies.

With dawn’s approach, the rabbit slips away,
Into the shadows where secrets gently lay,
Leaving behind whispers of a nocturnal dance,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s silent romance.