Andromeda And The Hare Poem by Roy Ballard

Andromeda drives close upon the moon,
a cruel light flashing from her axle blades.
Upon the midnight she's a twisted rune;
a witch's whirl, a maelstrom of shades;
a jellyfish adrift upon the ebb,
with stinging tentacles that float afar
or like a faint, colossal, spider's web
she spins across the night to bind a star.
She hopes to capture the Celestial Hare
and suck the juices of his living flesh.
The web's atremble, he is fastened there,
affixed and stupefied upon her mesh.
At last he moves and runs for all he's worth
to drum for joy upon our beaten earth.