Rabbit Chase
THE RABBIT CHASE
We went out for a walk, my friend and I
through forest flaming red and yellow gowned
not caring that the world was racing by
nor thinking more nor less to lose its sound.
Our stepping cracked the leaves beneath our feet,
and I should know, my friend was closer than
most any love my heart could ever meet;
devoted from the time our time began.
We chased a rabbit for the simple fun
not caring that we won--but ran the race,
and how he wiggled in his silly run
his big ears flopping all about his face.
Night fell much earlier than we would care
but couldn't chill what we were doing there.
© Ron Wilson Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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