Rabbit
The tail of the beaut
Complicatingly symbolic
A ball of fur in clustered mass
As the thoughts of life are the same
The air thick with illness
Scrambling to find a lung to withhold
Then the rabbit shows its face
Rearing its head in disbeleif we've lasted
Now sit tight lonely dove I'll tell you
It's a foot tall bundle of hate
The black, dead eyes blows our mind
To the end and back it's come from
Telling us to beware the agony ahead
Arrogance of humanity too great
To listen to the rabbit's wisdom
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2005
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