The Country Drive Ill Never Forget
Of all the things that I have seen
and all the places that I’ve been;
the strangest of these things, by far
I witnessed from the window of my car.
It was on a lonely, country road,
near where a winding river flowed;
to this day, I swear, I cannot cope,
I actually spotted a Jackalope!
Though he was gray, great horns he had;
like a three-point buck, this dude was bad!
He wore a pine wreath upon his head,
sitting there, just up ahead.
I stopped the car and away he went;
into the woods, he did descend.
No time had I to shoot a pic;
that Jackalope was way too quick!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2021
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