The Old Witch Hare

In the black furror of a field

I saw an old witch-hare this night;

And she cocked a lissome ear,

And she eyed the moon so bright,

And she nibbled of the green;

And I whispered "Whsst! witch-hare,"

Away like a ghostie o'er the field

She fled, and left the moonlight there.

~Walter de la Mare

Suggested e-books:

Margaret Alice Murray - The God Of The Witches
Howard Phillips Lovecraft - The Dunwich Horror

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