Summery Beings

A sea of golden strands, wave as the psithurism rings Rabbits gambol in a field, and expel a wifty nature A furtive fox keeps a watchful eye, upon these summery beings Hidden away from the selcouth sight, left as woebegone creature He mumbles his way, across the field, catching the eyes of few A little one split away from the rest, to inspect this mysterious thing The little one rambles on and on, always beginning anew The fox feels this one to be, an imbecile set before the king He stops mid-drift, and raises a paw, silencing the decay of words. Says, “you must learn when to speak, when around people like me” The rabbit left deflated, wishing the fox’s words, he had never heard While the fox’s solivagant journey, the harm he caused, he never did see So with the power we wield, with words sharp as a blade, Help those who others smite, when they are in need of desperate aid