little dear

So you say, but words I do not hear,
Nor do I pretend to heed the idle gossip near.
The hare it races fast—
You may ignore, but

Little deer, she hides,
Frozen deep within her fear.

The moon, a friend, to shine the way,
Yet lends her hand to shadows dancing in your way.

Just stay so quiet, still—
Don’t sleep through the night.

Then morning sun will brighten,
Warm you through.

Take the little path now, down the lane,
Slowly heal and drown out all the rain.

Play a little song inside your head,
And don’t be long,

Until you catch your breath.

The owl is still but watches overhead,
And hare—he knows your strength,

As tested thread.