The white rabbit dances in front of me,
unfurling like a strand of fog in the morning light.
It promises a diversion from the pain,
so I take off and give merry chase.
Into the twists and turns of its lair I go,
looking around desperately for means of escape.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
The white rabbit dances in front of me,
unfurling like a strand of fog in the morning light.
It promises a diversion from the pain,
so I take off and give merry chase.
Into the twists and turns of its lair I go,
looking around desperately for means of escape.
© Peter Alexander Gable
3/1/14
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