Clover

She had leapt from my arms as the sun began to set,

That bright yellow orb turning to red,

But now it has sunk below the earth and the night closes in.

She stares out at me in fear,

I stare straight back at that huge eye �" the colour of melted chocolate,

At the cowering bundle of fur,

Grey like the darkest clouds signalling a storm.

 

The numbness creeps up my knees,

I shift my position,

Crouched on the cold ground peering into the hole beneath the shed.

I can feel the mud absorbing into my tights;

They were black, but now it’s so dark I can hardly see colours.

Yet my eye is fixed on that rabbit,

I can still see her.

 

I can smell the mud around me,

That earthy smell, I can almost taste the grittyness,

Maybe I can taste it; my face is so close to the mud.

I can taste my shining tears,

Salty, hot and wet, staining my cheeks.

My voice is hoarse from pleading, begging her to come out,

The only sound that broke the cold crisp air.