Satyr, I really enjoyed that little story.  Bravo, it was well done.

Wrote up something this afternoon. To the new joiners of the Garden: If you ever feel creative, come here and post something! We all love to read them

In any case, here's something I wrote, which I also posted on my deviantart:

Lil Johnny

Hop on by, hop on by,
on the hilltop covered in
thin sheet of white snow
was Johnny the bunny.

He is as clean as the
White earth beneath his feet.
'til one day when Johnny
found a gray, furry coat.

Da-dam, da-dam; da-dam, da-dam,
Lil Johnny the bunny
found a gray, furry coat.

Hop on by, hop on by,
Left a trail across the white earth
by the long furcoat
was Johnny the bunny.

And as he found himself
Deep inside the forest,
That e'ening was when Johnny
ran into the wolves.

Da-dam, da-dam; da-dam, da-dam,
Lil Johnny the bunny
Ran into a pack of wolves.

Hop on by, hop on by,
When the hunters found Johnny,
They took a sniff, and
Simply went on their way.

Unhurt and unharmed,
Lil Johnny followed,
To the deeper ends where
The stars do not cry.

Da-dam, da-dam; da-dam, da-dam,
Lil Johnny the bunny,
To the depth he shall go.

Hop on by, hop on by,
Walking in the forest
With a pack of hungry wolves
Was Johnny the bunny.

With the moon in the sky,
While the stars do not cry,
That e'ening was when Johnny
Went on his first hunt.

Da-dam, da-dam; Da-dam, da-dam,
Lil Johnny the bunny
Went on his first hunt.

Hop on by, hop on by,
Wolves scurry on and there they are,
Having found their first chase
of the long winter night.

And as it was about
To make its escape,
With a howl and a lunge
Off, its head flew and fell.

Da-dam, da-dam; da-dam, da-dam,
Bleeding on the snowy ground,
A severed rabbit's head,
Little Johnny had gone and
Snapped the lil rabbit's head.

Da-dam, da-dam; da-dam, da-dam,
Draped in the gray furry coat,
Was none but Lil Johnny.

Da-dam, da-dam; da-dam, da-dam,
Stained the white into red,
Was none but Lil Johnny.

Honey Bear, apart from the remarkable consistency of your symbolic universe, I love how your poem is bookended by the night sweeping away the day at the beginning and the day scorching away the night at the end.  That and some of your metaphors reminded me of John Donne's "The Sun Rising," which is one of my favorite poems. 

Hiraku, sometimes I've heard the expression "a wolf in sheep's clothing" and wondered what it would be like for a sheep to be in wolf's clothing.  I think now I know.  You should put this one to music; it feels like it wants to be a song

Grim shines the red moon
Over fragile skeletons
Of trees once mighty

Watching shooting stars
Awestruck; I remind myself
They're just god's litter

Cold can't permeate
This cloak of isolation
Still my heart's freezing