Rabbit
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The wind does blow on a cold winter night,
But this night, no one listens.
The snow drifts softly upon the grass,
But there are no feet to tread upon it.
Time does not stop, and time does not slow,
little brown rabbitin a field of coyotes—hoppy survivor
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© 2018 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
There are bulldozers on the moon
run by burly men.
They dig through the translucent flesh
pulling up marshmallows
and leaving pools of caked blood.
From down here they form a rabbit
“You see I haven’t a clue.
For a rabbit, that’s nothing new.
It’s plainly clear
In here, my dear,
We’re crazy, but how do you do?
I hear a light stomp in the next room,
and I roll over.
A quiet second goes by and I doze off again.
Another stomp,
and I sigh as my eyes begin to open.
Your dishes clank,
Stand up and fight,
Shy little girl,
Meek as a rabbit –
Taunted, tortured, and tormented
By their words.
Stand up and fight,
Glass doll,
Pile of shattered shards with
Time flies in a blink of an eye,
so from this poem I want you to pick a side.
The tortoise or the Hare?
It may seem like an easy answer but an indepth look might change your mind.
His head is bopping
His legs be hopping
The amount of love from him is countless
Never had a friend so precious
Our bond is strong and endless
Everytime I see him after a school semester my heart is gracious
Stumble out into the wilderness
Collect the garbage that the others have left
Counting the steps until your home
Cling to the path and suddenly you are gone
Are you feeling lost?
