Rabbit in the Storm

Swirling winds keep snow from covering,
So far, at least, the plate of greens I place
Out on the sidewalk, hoping just to glimpse
The mottled brown, the long ears, the sweet face
Of the same creature that in Summer’s heat
I shout at, clap my hands, let our dogs chase
To keep some of the garden for our use,
So watch them run, though rabbit wins each race.
In silent darkness, now that Winter’s come,
I wait behind the curtained door to see
The tiny paws, the narrow skull, bright eyes
That will return in Summer to tease me.
But now, with gardens covered deep in snow,
I want to see him fed while harsh winds blow.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Rabbit in the Storm

  1. pixieannie says:

    Divine.

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