After the predators fell asleep

After the predators fell asleep,
the white bunny is fantasizing
between the sparkling heads of dandelions.
Without the knowledge
that it would be killed tomorrow
by the hunter's child
in the joy of a strong embrace.
That's why now
it is pointing to the moon
with its ears, thinking:
"That's how big
I want to be!"

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