The Hare And My Hopes Poem by Kyle Stengline

Through woods riddled thick with snow and sheltered by weighted branches on high. A bridge o'er a moat, I stumbled by. Though heavy feet weighed me down, I rambled on through. On crossing this quaint little way, a stream right below, a small rabbit caught my eye; crossing o'er the rocks slow. As I did take this breath and let out with a sigh, the hare managed it's way and hopped happily by. So I, with a bold staggering stride, wagered on through, unto the light meet the sky.