The Rabbit walks on moss and rocks
it’s raining mud through broken sticks
the cavern makes arachnids talk
with flames that shadows love to kiss
The Rabbit stumbles into knots
of spiderwebs that line the cave
where butterflies turn into moths
constricting all his limbs like snakes
The Rabbit’s fading light is lost
as silver shatters porcelain
a silhouette of rocks and moss
an endless metamorphosis