Are You the White Rabbit

He was a most unusual creature With his floral bow tie and his quilted vest In this burrow, a favorite feature His plaid jacket stood out from all the rest Are you the white rabbit from the book I asked? He smiled at me fleetingly, giving nothing away His face was mysterious, silent, he was totally masked. Regardless, I felt like I had met a celebrity that day. Seriously, sir, are you famous? I asked, wanting to know. His blue eyes glowed when he took out his purple watch. He walked away, with a sly smile that started out slow. I still was consternated, not smarter by a notch.