A Hunting We Will Go.
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Tony Foster
I fell in love with a vole
burnt umber and white
the size of a child's shoe
its pupils, pinpoint, beseeched me
even as Ike scrunched its neck
That night it stole into my room
alizarin crimson and white
I shrugged at its mute accusation
you always hurt the ones you love
A passing affair with a rabbit
could never work, its scut
cosmetically unsound but with a kind of
dour appeal, a lady of passing years
I was sad when it panted momentarily
in the maw of its aggressor
That night I offered no apology
ushered her into the wardrobe
with the others
burnt umber and white
the size of a child's shoe
its pupils, pinpoint, beseeched me
even as Ike scrunched its neck
That night it stole into my room
alizarin crimson and white
I shrugged at its mute accusation
you always hurt the ones you love
A passing affair with a rabbit
could never work, its scut
cosmetically unsound but with a kind of
dour appeal, a lady of passing years
I was sad when it panted momentarily
in the maw of its aggressor
That night I offered no apology
ushered her into the wardrobe
with the others
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