Friday, May 08, 2009


Here comes Peter Cottontail
Hopping down the bunny trail
Where, perchance, flew Ollie Owl
Spotting hopping with keen eyed scowl
It was over in a trice
Haunting echo left on the ice
Rabbits scream as they are eaten
Now silenced on this path well beaten
Silenced too are their stomach's growls
By this meeting of two prowls

Thread courtesy of Pisces Iscariot


Anonymous said...

Talk about a snow angel!


Pisces Iscariot said...

Beautifully counterpointed Dood

Yodood said...

Amber, only the passing deer knows

Pisces, coming from you, that means a lot — t'was written with your post in mind.