Rabbits

March 14, 2018
By Anonymous


Rabbits were strange to me

I can't understand it

I tried to brush it quickly away like dirt under a rug

The fear was lightning

The fear was a dark, desolate, and dangerous place

The fear took me over for a thousand years

The rabbits fur was in a heap

The fear of rabbits kept me away

Difficult in this frightening time

The rabbits trapped me

 

 

Then

The beautifully dangerous sight

We saw each other for the first time

 

 

The rabbit's eyes shined like diamonds

The rabbit's soft fur was beautiful

The rabbit drove us away

He was a dog when he ate the food

Reluctantly the rabbit really changes my view

I felt like I grew a thousand years

We were in heaven

I love rabbits


The author's comments:

This is a found poem based from the works of The Weather of New England by Mark Twain and Travels with Charley by John Stienbeck.


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