Title: Ode to a Fleeing Hare

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Poem

Instructions


I saw a rabbit in the grass,
But it hopped away so quickly
Into the forest, through a slender ray of light
And towards a rose, red and prickly.

 

And he: “i’ve heard of that, of course, bunny.


Is it the bunny.


I have seen a bunny.


Then hopped onwards like a faery bunny.


A little green spade is my bunny.


None of the above



It was not a rabbit.


And a fat lil' bunny.


And a fat frog and fatty rat and an ill-tempered bunny.


Then hopped off like a scared bunny.


The little old lady hopped along like a bunny.


None of the above



The bunny rabbit sleeps in your lap.


I saw a rabbit in the grass.


The bunny rabbit jumps up on the chair.


Is the bunny rabbit – or is it.


A bunny rabbit jumps out from a bush.


None of the above



Hoping is a futile game.


Hoping is a futile dance.


Hoping is a futile act.


Hoping is a game of hope.


Hoping is a never-ending game.


None of the above



He hops like a bunny


Hoping like a hummingbird


Hopping like a rabbit


Hoping like a star


Hoping like a butterfly


None of the above



Hoping like a frog,


Hoping like a bunny,


Hoping like a bunny


Hoping like a star


Hoping like a bunny.


None of the above



It was a rabbit in the grass


It ran away so quickly.


I walked up to it and tapped it.


I wanted to pet it.


It was a rabbit in the snow.


None of the above



Darted is a faery's labyrinth.


darted is a sandstone that he wore.


Darted is a frightful thing.


Darted is a newer, faster, stronger darted.


Darted is a sailor's word.


None of the above



I tried to catch it with my net,


The grass was wet and slick.


I could only follow its light,


I could hear its happy little song.


I watched it hop away.


None of the above



A forest is thinning around us.


And a forest of bones and thorns.


In the forest, a slender ray of light.


The forest and the snow are tangled.


In the depths of the forest, where no one goes.


None of the above



I am hope. i am the sickly.


And hope is weak and sickly.


I know: the flame of hope is sickly.


And hope is a rose, red and prickly.


And hope, that without you is sickly.


None of the above