White-shadowed keeper of listening, you move where snow remembers every footfall, body light as breath. You are neither weak nor fleeing, but alert, the one who survives by noticing first. Your stillness is not surrender, but attunement, reminding us that danger often passes those who do not announce themselves. Hare, you are not afraid of winter. You change to meet it, you hold close to the earth, you move only when needed, and still you endure, still you remain. In your qui