This uncertain world that we inhabit
Has the staying power of a rabbit
Who poses perfect in a shade
With nervous sniffing in the glade.
And just when we have her picture framed,
Reveals her tension and the strain
And bolts across the forest floor,
And then is gone and seen no more;
Yes we had that perfect time,
(Were we not clever exchanging rhymes?)
But the wind did stiffen and stirred a breeze,
And off you scampered amid the trees
Uncertainties could be seen in our lives and relationships. This is beautifully told in the poem. But the wind did stiffen and stirred a breeze, And off you scampered amid the trees
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bunniies? that is almost funnyy. :) yes, some things are fleeting. but not all! have you fled, died, or just slowed down in submitting poems? ? bri :)