The mystical white hare appears on the hill,
ghost like, just before midnight.
Ever watchful, silent and still,
under shimmering stars so bright.
A creature so rare, a spectral sight,
Unknown omen of good or bad tidings.
So beware when the moon is luminous white
and you hear the church bells chiming.
Cursed or blessed you will never know,
to see this rare creature so white.
So beware when walking on the hill,
alone, just before midnight.
Carol Sheppard
