Rabbit Hill
Rabbit Hill
We ramble
In the evening
Killing time before
The storm
When we stumble
Through a gateway
To a field
Or someone's lawn.
There are hillocks
Giving flashes
Of bobtails
Hopping by
And with burrows
Peppered neatly
And so pleasing
To the eye
So my daughter
Is in heaven
And her mind
Begins to scheme
As her favourite
Creature flickers
In some
Bunny-laden dream
I guess
We'll be returning
As the daughter-pleasing
Pledge
Tumbles from my lips
A promise:
"To this kingdom of the rabbit;
We will furnish them with veg."
Jinjagoliath
19th August 2022
Copyright © Christopher Grieves | Year Posted 2022
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