Rabbits In the Meadow

At close of day on the marsh green wet Secret tunnels give up furry creatures dressed in white The holes reveal twitching noses, bright teeth and whiskers From far below they push earth than grass aside To go up and out in ghostly silence Land soundless, small footfalls tread Softly along the spongy surface length Shaking tenuously on mysterious hollows Soulless predators are always on hand with hunger Today is not their day Mist and meadows become one So calm in bunny abundance safe The meaning of life is eating vegetation for strength They can’t wait till spring To make babies for the meadows