Rabbit Chasing

 

The feeling of the highway

The passing of where they go

I do not know

For the feel of the time

I do recline in the secret

Rabbit chasing is not what it seems

I breathe                   

 

The dance of a thousand fires

Crumbles in the loons’ well

Tumbling the drummers of thought

That sings the dance

The wallow in the mouth

Rabbit chasing, I see it’s tail

I dream

 

Listen

Kept up with the drummers beat

So secretly

Such as they say is the way

Of the rabbit

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

I really love this one Lionel...it feels musical the way you've written. There is a sense of something circular as you keep coming back to the images of the drum and the rabbit. I like the endings of "I breathe," and "I dream." Also the inner rhyme works really well here..."tumbling" "drummers" "say" "way," even "wallow" and "mouth" here but very subtly. Love this.