The Rabbit Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

See him frozen there
As if caught in a man-made snare
Knowing not which way to turn
For is it escape, or potential harm.

Nose aquiver as if to test the wind
To find a fragrance that does portend
The presence of another one
Who just might venture out with him.

Entwined, as if in blackberry vines
That sometimes produce the finest wines,
He knows not what to do.
Run away, through the morning dew?

Yet the rabbit's genes foretell
That life is short and just as well
As some in their short time on earth
Never sense the value of another's worth.

But Nature's laws prevail
And just as sure as his short ears and tail
He'll see the sunrise as a welcome feat
And gain victory, and not defeat?

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