Through cold lonely woodlands <br />The mist slowly creeps <br />To cover the ground <br />Where a young rabbit sleeps <br /> <br />It goes round the trees <br />Through the leaves on a bush <br />Moving so slowly <br />With no need to rush <br /> <br />But what is it seeking <br />A moons eerie glow <br />A mystical sight <br />Where it chooses to go <br /> <br />All now is covered <br />What secrets it keeps <br />In this cold lonely woodland <br />Where the mist often creeps <br /> <br /> <br />© 2008 David Threadgold <br />Rambling Riddles
