To the Moon We Go

In a hammock strung ‘tween elm and oak,
Six creatures swayed as the branches creaked.
A fox, a badger, a hare mid-yawn,
A mouse and a little hedgehog snuggled up warm
And one gentle bear with a thoughtful stare,
Tucked on the end with leaves in his hair.

They gazed at the moon, so round and high,
Like a lantern hung in a blackberry sky.
“We could fly there,” said Fox, “with a kite or a crow.”
“Or bounce,” yawned sleepy Hare, “if we all push just so.”

“I’ve got string,” squeeked Mouse, “and a walnut shell
We could sail by night on a starlit swell!”
“I’ll knit us some wings,” offered Hedgehog sweetly
While Badger just snored, he had nodded off discreetly

Bear rumbled low in a voice like summer rain,
“What if we get there by dreaming again?”
They all settled in quiet, paws and whiskers fell still,
While moonlight danced upon their sleeping woodland hill.

They whispered their plans till the stars all blinked,
Of ladders and feathers and pinecones inked.
And though they remained in a cosy tangle of paws,
The moon felt a little bit nearer… just because.

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