we have such
loud fucking bunnies
around here. Crashing
around rustling in underbrush
like they never had a predator
with ears! Oh, they're skittish
enough, out in the open. I expect
on an instinct level they know
we've got some hawks
out here, too. But
come to think of it
those fuckers are pretty
loud, too. Florida
Where nature never learned
to hush up
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Sunday, April 04, 2021
loud bunnies
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