Rabbit Chase

THE RABBIT CHASE We went out for a walk, my friend and I through forest flaming red and yellow gowned not caring that the world was racing by nor thinking more nor less to lose its sound. Our stepping cracked the leaves beneath our feet, and I should know, my friend was closer than most any love my heart could ever meet; devoted from the time our time began. We chased a rabbit for the simple fun not caring that we won--but ran the race, and how he wiggled in his silly run his big ears flopping all about his face. Night fell much earlier than we would care but couldn't chill what we were doing there. © Ron Wilson Arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Vee Bdosa

Date: 12/3/2015 8:08:00 AM

Thank you, Jan, this friend was actually my 3rd Basset Hound, whose name was Alfred Lord Quincy III, and who went everywhere with me. We called him Quincy.

Skat A

Date: 12/3/2015 12:40:00 AM

i like this

Vee Bdosa
Date: 12/3/2015 8:07:00 AM

Thank you, Skat, this friend was actually my 3rd Basset Hound, whose name was Alfred Lord Quincy III, and who went everywhere with me. We called him Quincy.

Jan Allison

Date: 12/2/2015 2:40:00 PM

such wonderful imagery Vee Bdosa I felt I was with you every step of the way:-) hugs jan xx

Vee Bdosa
Date: 12/3/2015 8:08:00 AM

Thank you, Jan, this friend was actually my 3rd Basset Hound, whose name was Alfred Lord Quincy III, and who went everywhere with me. We called him Quincy.