I Dream of Chasing Rabbits by I.F Garmiss

I dream of chasing rabbits.
Through the brush and wood,
I skim the edge of earth and branch,
Like hungry fang and creeping claw,
To catch the fleet-foot prey of burrows.
My eyes to the trail beneath,
My nose to the air for a scent,
Urine-fear and Anxiety.
The chase of Cycles,
Balanced by my need.
Here little rabbit,
My belly to greet you.
My Howl the Harbinger.

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