Beautiful Old Man Rabbit

Rises behind the highest
Peak from canyon’s perspective,

Tiny new metal whiskers
On the chin this given month,

Not that you could make those out
From this far away on Earth.

Another night, another
Moon, another summer done.

You may only get a few,
But you get enough to feel

Their many-ness. That’s enough,
Beautiful old man rabbit,

More befitting those names than
Anything you’ve named with them.