As a scatter of dust eddied to a cloud, <br />I held my rifle tight, <br />So did the rabid crowd. <br />As we crept quiet along the dirt, <br />The grass blades swept <br />Past my camouflage shirt. <br /> <br />They caressed and tickled my knees, <br />I almost laughed <br />But not at that, but the trees. <br />They danced to the wind's serenade, <br />So calm, while we prepared <br />To bring hellfire with our little charade. <br /> <br />We moved, creep-crept to our next base, <br />We waited there <br />'Til the moon and we were face to face. <br />We were eager to kill, bloodthirsty in the furrow, <br />Then we saw something, <br />Mr. Rabbit coming out of his burrow. <br /> <br />Our eyes followed Mr. Rabbit <br />As he scampered across the field, <br />He was bathed in the moonlight, <br />And the wind began to yield. <br />He was alone out there, <br />Beneath the saddening moon, <br />We all turned our eyes to him, <br />The entire platoon. <br /> <br />Then came two high whistles, <br />They came from the other side, <br />Two green balloons, two missiles, <br />Landed near Mr. Rabbit, <br />Had him fried. <br /> <br />We are still frozen in shock, <br />As the fires from the meadow fall, <br />This isn't a war between <br />Us and them at all.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-mr-rabbit-and-the-war-in-the-meadow/
