Rabbits Comments
At the mouth of the river where tall grasses grow,
Where no hunter hunts with hounds nor bugles blow,
Where the carefreeness of life lets rabbits roll -
My thoughts go scampering softly down a rabbit hole.
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The way you make your frantic and red-eyed thoughts mirror and echo the eventual horror of rabbits when they are caught in a 'haze of pain and hate' is absolutely brilliant and original.
I like this! It makes a statement that we all are victims of those we seek us out in the comforts of our 'nests' for sport and selfishness. L
Rich description, distressing violence. Strong stuff. Kind regards, Gina.
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7/23/2025 1:16:04 AM # 1.0.0
There is such depth in your writing.