Learn how your comment data is processed. June 2, March 14, So how about a blog about rabbit poems? Like this: Like Loading Poetry in Rabbits.
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Yes, that sounds like a plan. It is a stunning poem, Clarissa, I agree! Pingback: Poetry in Rabbits Josephine Corcoran.
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This little bunny is white as milk. This little bunny nibbles away At cabbages and carrots the livelong day! Here is a bunny with ears so funny And here is his hole in the ground. When a noise he hears, he pricks up his ears, And jumps in his hole in the ground. Oh, here's a fluffy rabbit With two ears so very long See him hop, hop, hop about On legs so very strong. He nibbles, nibbles carrots For his dinner every day And as soon as he has had enough He hops, hops, hops away.
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I tasted the malignity of the gorse, Its black spikes, The extreme unction of its yellow candle-flowers. They had an efficiency, a great beauty, And were extravagant, like torture. There was only one place to get to. Simmering, perfumed, The paths narrowed into the hollow.
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And the snares almost effaced themselves— Zeros, shutting on nothing, Set close, like birth pangs. The absence of shrieks Made a hole in the hot day, a vacancy. The glassy light was a clear wall, The thickets quiet. I felt a still busyness, an intent. I felt hands round a tea mug, dull, blunt, Ringing the white china. How they awaited him, those little deaths! They waited like sweethearts.