Mothers don't ever let your children go, because she lays in wait. Lurking in the shadows for the moment your grasp lessens. She is fragile, but agile. Her enchanting song whispers in the dreams of children. Calling, beckoning them farther into the unknown. Like Alice they driven down the hole. She is untouched and untamed. Never to be caught. The White Rabbit, daughter of the moon and slave to the darkness. Because the moment they are lost, they are never to be found. As sad as it seems, some children are better left unfound. So beware mothers, because you will never see her closing in.