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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Monday, April 4, 2022

National Poetry Month--Day 4--ABCB Poem--Monsoon Romp

 


Pronking through the monsoon weeds

You chase th’ elusive bunny rabbit

When you get up near its tail

You hope to reach out jaws and grab it.

 

Clenching teeth on empty air

Silly puff ball zags and zigs

You forge ahead two feet from ground

But through the fence it gladly jigs

 

Maybe someday soon you'll catch

That jiggy bunny in your jaws

But somehow you are more inclined

To hug and lick what's in your paws.

 

©2022 by H. Linn Murphy

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