Moonlight

Waxing moon,
bulbous, swelling.
A swallowing darkness,
a liquid womb,
hanging under the eaves.

The hare twitches,
glistening nose, silver, sleek back,
rushes past wet grass.
Darts,
suddenly.

Cold, open fields,
search lamps obliterate the night.
Shiny steel rotary blades
cut cleanly,
slash, scythe, scatter.
The rasping engine propels
endlessly forwards.

Cold, open fields,
pitted, muddy, scarred.
Moonlight catches cold steel,
barbed wire twists glinting.
Silence shrouds still air,
waiting.

The hare pauses,
among the poppies.
Moist, dark, eyes spy
the opponent.
Begin sparring,
violently.

Waning moon,
silver, thin, delicate.
A crescent carved out,
A cradle,
A wink.