Up There, Poem by john o'connell

Up There,



up there,
above the crowns
of darkened bare wintry branches
the rabbits delight
in all the joys of good conversation.

this time
they are not afraid
of eavesdroppers
or of the colour
of their coats.

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john o'connell

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Limerick, Ireland
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