Vee Bdosa Poet Sonnet

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 December 3, 2015 at 8:08 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 December 3, 2015 at 12:40 AM i like this Vee Bdosa December 3, 2015 at 8:07 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 December 2, 2015 at 2:40 PM such wonderful imagery Vee Bdosa I felt I was with you every step of the way:-) hugs jan xx Vee Bdosa December 3, 2015 at 8:08 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.