Author Jonathan Chaves A full moon on the night of the seventeenth: this is the first time it has happened in years. There is a drought now, no clouds in the sky: I can see each hair on the rabbit! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments