The Rabbit
I’m running through the woods & the time keeps passing The gentle voice roaring behind me. But I don’t trust the words coming from its mouth, So I keep on towards the south. The air becomes thick, my panting is heavy. Still, the voice sings softly & gently. I refuse to give in & give it power— All seems fine until the rain begins to shower. I slip & inevitably trip, Coming down with a tick, tick, tick. I’m no longer where I was before; This place is the most wondrous moor. Touching the grass & the hum of the bees, I’ve found myself breathing the lemongrass breeze. A song of earth, wind, & fire No longer drowned in the echoes of a liar. A rose bush with plenty of thorns, An anthill with a fallen robin egg. I rise above to climb atop a tree; That’s when I notice the hornets beside me. I come crashing down just as I did before, Back to the rain & the place I was at war. I hear my voice humming softly as I go through the trapdoor. I trudge back north, ...