Earl Schumacker Poet Free verse

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

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Jan Allison May 29, 2015 at 5:39 PM what a lovely descriptive write - they have many wild rabbits on the land by my husband's work - fascinating to watch them scamper about:-) Hugs Jan xx 7xx Earl Schumacker May 29, 2015 at 8:03 PM Good evening Jan, Glad you enjoyed it. After I invented this, I could actually visualize a real landscape with the bunnies running. As you can see, I kept them safe from predators....at least for today. Have a pleasant night. Take care. Earl