Mark Goodson Poet Couplet

The Quivering Rabbit

The quivering Rabbit lies upon the cold frozen ground
Ground of thorn thickets cockleburs and tall sun dried sage brown
The hidden openings  rocky places it had played its escape
The hounds of death had chased it from these it thought safe
It had prior since run for its life from such numerous hounds
Each experience taught it that life won- is a daily round
But the older and wiser the rabbit became
The fatter and slower- thus the hounds did gain
Tattered flesh its hairs viewed plucked with red stains abound
The dogs of death have ceased their chasing madding sound
For this now dying rabbit- its death now does face
The quivering rabbit does pay for its mistakes 
Breath the struggle- breath the riddled body desires
Breath of the last- till there is breath no more
The quivering rabbit stills upon the cold frozen ground


By Mark A. Goodson

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Monterey Sirak February 6, 2014 at 7:50 AM I am glad you directed me to this poem! I do like it. Life chases, plucks and pulls at you until you are too tired to run or fight anymore. The rabbit is a perfect example. Well I think I need to find time to read much more of your work.

Mark Goodson October 15, 2012 at 11:24 AM I dedicate this to my Father-In-Law who is fighting a body riddled with cancerous pain. He lies in a hospital bed like this quivering rabbit in the poem. We hope for the best but expect the worst.

Jacque Graham October 15, 2012 at 11:13 AM fantastic poem Mark Goodson October 15, 2012 at 11:17 AM Thanks Jacque. My father-in-law lies upon this cold frozen ground fighting for his last. Please keep my family in your prayers.

Jacque Graham October 15, 2012 at 11:12 AM this creates vivid imagery and tells a compelling story. great write