There, in the velvety shadows,
A whisper of white, a flicker of twitching nose.
Hidden deep in the fabric of night,
Sits the bunny who dreams of the stars.

Among the twisted branches,
Where the moon's glow softens rugged bark,
Little bunny, in chaos clad—
But was it chaos she sought, or peace in disguise?

Hop, hop, hidden in plain sight,
A riddle wrapped in fur, the darkness her cloak.
Lurking in the realm of childlike wonder,
Pausing to ponder the rhythm of thumps.