The quick grey lynx has chased and hunted after the white snow-hare for eons. On a winter’s night millenia ago, before the moon or even the stars were alive to color the night sky, the white hare bounded in the blackness of the primordial forest with the silver lynx in hot pursuit.
The hare was fast and white as lightening, bright fur gleamed in the darkness of the prehistoric night. The green eyes of the lynx glowed furtively behind her, goading her forward across snow drifts and fallen branches.
The hare’s strength began to fail her, and she cried out in desperation to the heavens for salvation from the hungry lynx. With the remainder of her strength the hare sprung up, and up, into the sky, white fur still gleaming in the dark. She settled there, far beyond the reach of the lynx’s claws, and became the moon.
The lynx however does not surrender his dinner so easily. On clear nights when the winds that blow between the earth and the stars hits the pale blue arc of atmosphere that encloses the world below- green and yellow lights begin to dance in the northern sky.
This is the eyeshine of the green eyed lynx as he stalks his prey the eternal lunar hare across the bend of the heavens, forever hunting the moon as she leaps across the sky.