Alix Mace

In The Meadow - Poem by Alix Mace

Down in the meadows deep and green, strays the English grey haired rabbit.
It twists through the winding grass growing weakly, living on a small matter of a diet.
It's powerful paws beating it forward with a heavy wealth of speed; a richness only this creature can obtain.
It's large vertical ears catch and echo the slightest vibration in the fields making it aware that he is accompanied with a nasty presence.
Skipping swiftly away from danger do it is returned to blissful safety in which it shall never take for granted.
A popular reputation as a domestic animal, yet it's two front teeth can slice through a carrot; a rabbits speciality, only ripe and succulent to the taste buds.
Delight of a smile glints in his stare.
He can venture danger more scarcer than expected.
The journey this creature undertakes is more greater an experience than the morning meadow sprint.
It confronts it's fear with ease.
Silence spread across the desolate greenery.
The carcass of a sacrificed mammal likes on the outer edge of the oak tree.
The poppies saying in the wind, discarding their crimson heat
With not a breath to be heard.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 18, 2012

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