Magical Cosmos
A fox and a hare sat together on a hill
Where the silver moonlight brightly spilled
The stars hung above like stories spun,
Each one a golden thread, each thread begun.
They pondered time itself, the endless deep,
Where ancient stars still sing them to sleep.
“Do you think,” asked hare, “the stars dream like we do?”
Fox smiled and whispered softly, “Perhaps they do.”
With tails and paws tucked soft and tight,
They watched the dance of an endless night.
No need for introduction or grand displays
The cosmos knew them and connected in quiet ways.
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