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Rounded to a wide eyed clownishness

Crowned by the shifting bravado

Of his long, brown ears,

The rabbit peeked at the sky.

To him, the sky seemed an angelic

Pasture stripped to phantom tranquility,

Where one could nibble thoughtfully.

He longed to leave his mild furtiveness

And speak to a boldness puzzled by his flesh.

With one long circle of despairing grace

He flashed into the air,

Leaping toward his heaven.

But down he crashed against a snake

Who ate him with a meditative interest.

From that day on the snake was filled

With little, meek whispers of concern.

The crushed and peaceful rabbit’s dream

Cast a groping hush upon his blood.

He curled inertly on a rock,

In cryptic, wilted savageness.

In the end, his dry, grey body

Was scattered out upon the rock,

Like a story that could not be told.