Open Poetry #37 |
White Rabbit |
bens101 Junior Member
since 2006-05-05
Posts 32 |
He hops down the trail a small carrot in his mouth eyes darting here and there afraid that other bunnies followed him over here. An open field orange gold lined up taking food down inside as the sun sets and the wind blows outside. Our friend's journey over the hills under blue skies is a neverending job when little feet scurry about. His pink warm nose rests on a leaf looking for a spot to hide searching for life to feed his cute young babies. Benjamin Prins 2006. |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Well I'm going to listen to Simon and Garfunkel Dave |
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