A white rabbit runs swiftly
I will wait my turn
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Across the dirt path
A white rabbit runs swiftly I will wait my turn
Krystyna
1/10/2021 03:07:37 pm
I can see it clearly as it fleets in front. Lovely scene depicted by you, Marjan.
Marjan Sierhuis
1/10/2021 04:40:26 pm
Thank you, Krystyna for your lovely comments.
Padmini
1/10/2021 03:55:58 pm
To be a rabbit and roam freely in the wild. A lovely poem, Marjan
Marjan Sierhuis
1/10/2021 05:57:53 pm
Thank you, Padmini for reading and kind words.
Marjan Sierhuis
1/10/2021 06:23:35 pm
🐰As far as I know, this wasn't Alice's rabbit. Although one never knows. Thank you for reading, Jim.
Sue Clayton
2/10/2021 03:21:09 am
My heart is in my mouth as I ponder who is waiting their turn; friend or foe.
Marjan Sierhuis
2/10/2021 11:49:37 am
I like to keep everyone in suspense, Sue. Thank you for reading.
Sandra James
2/10/2021 08:22:06 pm
Lovely, Marjan. My little dog had me out very early for a walk this morning and we saw a grey rabbit scurrying off into the trees :)
Marjan Sierhuis
2/10/2021 10:40:23 pm
It must have been a wonderful sight, Sandra. Thank you for reading.
Cindy Patrick
18/10/2021 03:46:21 am
I see your words and have much respect for the last line. Lovely. Comments are closed.
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