Moon Hare

Moon Hare

In the shade of a cinnamon tree the hare stands;
a dark shadow on the moon,
with a mortar and pestle he constantly pounds,
watched over by a squat toad,
the ingredients for the elixir of life;
herbs of immortality.

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