Rabbits
© Shannon W.
Nobody knows the rabbit's nose,
the way it twitches,
the way it goes.
Nobody knows the rabbit's ears,
the way it listens,
the way it hears.
Nobody knows the rabbit's toes,
the way they hop the highs,
the way they bounce the lows.
I know the rabbit's eyes,
the way they look,
the way they despise.
And nobody knows how they survive.
Ah, such a beautiful poem and it is a mystery to me too - they don't run - they freeze, and it seems to work. Many times I've passed them only to look back and see them bound away :)
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