It was early in the morning, <br />the forest never had seen <br />so much and such yellow fog. <br />The little rabbit had arrived, <br />back in familiar territory <br />after the wildest chase <br />through phallus grass, across <br />an unfriendly, frigid creek <br />all to get away from one mean fox. <br /> <br />Three-legged he had been, <br />but faster than a speeding bullet, <br />as rabbits are fond of saying, <br />almost, it came that close. <br /> <br />But now he felt free again, <br />breathed so much easier and rested. <br /> <br />One more real road to cross <br />and he would be home with <br />the gang of seven, though, <br />there would be trouble from Dad, <br />he hadn't been allowed to wander <br />and explore, that would come later <br />Mom had said. In Spring perhaps. <br /> <br />He shuddered, thinking of the old Hare, <br />he would give almost anything, <br />so he told his God about it, please <br />if you would be so kind, do spare me <br />that awful punishment, I am prepared <br />to sacrifice whatever it may take. <br /> <br />And God did listen as he always does. <br /> <br />A jogger could be heard, then seen, <br />hugging the garden fences, he was huffing, <br />so little rabbit -to avoid him- hit the street <br />and crossed with anxious little legs <br />and half-closed eyes. There was a BANG, <br />and all his troubles had been solved, <br />the driver swore about the dented Skoda <br />while rhythmically, the runner made his way <br />toward the town, but was too tired now to look.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rabbit-homecoming/
