It doesn't look like much, <br /> when I look out the window, <br /> but, when I look at my car, <br /> it is 7 inches deeper, so far! <br /> <br /> My car looks nice and white, <br /> but, it is losing all it's shape, <br /> the designer would be mortified, <br /> to see it in the snow! <br /> <br /> It is just a big white blob out there, <br /> and by late this afternoon... <br /> it will be doing well to even, <br /> be a feature of the landscape! <br /> <br /> Those Westerlies add new shapes to it, <br /> and then the Easterlies refine them, <br /> By the time those Northerlies get here, <br /> ... my poor car is almost gone! <br /> <br /> So, how come that silly rabbit is huddled by my door? <br /> there is a void that the winds have left there, <br /> I somehow understand... <br /> but, shouldn't it be in a hole somewhere? <br /> - - - all hunkered down ' till spring ? <br /> <br /> Is it that tiny bit of heat that still escapes, <br /> - - - OR like people... <br /> ... can rabbits go insane too?<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silly-wabbit/
