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Winter Rabbit
It's not Monday,
but it sure feels like one.
The rabbit that lives in the log pile
hasn't come out in days.
He hates the cold, the wind, the snow
I don't blame him for his ways.
I've been throwing food around the entrance
it's gone so I know he's still there.
The waterpipes were frozen this morning
and woodsmoke fills the air.
It's only two degrees outside
and the sun is shining here.
but it sure feels like one.
The rabbit that lives in the log pile
hasn't come out in days.
He hates the cold, the wind, the snow
I don't blame him for his ways.
I've been throwing food around the entrance
it's gone so I know he's still there.
The waterpipes were frozen this morning
and woodsmoke fills the air.
It's only two degrees outside
and the sun is shining here.
Published 7th Nov 2023
Author's Note
Written last winter
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