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Friday, October 7, 2011

the rabbit

small and so sweet rabbit
didn’t fly away, just couldn’t
stand th' noise anymore,
heading for a carrot or two,
left his kinsfolk,
took him lot of courage,
despite all ambiguities
so went, heading for his high dreams,
beliefs, redeems, extra-terrestrial or no,
and then small thought got into him,
-          hadn’t visualized the carrot yet!,
both his eyes closed him smooth,  
staring at huge red carrot,
hadn’t seen anything alike,  
couldn’t move a bit,
till the mother saw him,
tore him by his ears,
two big red ears,
back into the dark hole, - whole!,
where it came from.  

hush now, little rabbit, hush!

   
  

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