The Rabbits

[adalger]

The rabbits in the warren run and bustle to and fro.
They eat the grass and clover and that's everything they know.
The rabbits in the warren see the rabbits in the hutch.
They see the cage, and think they wouldn't like it very much.
The rabbits in the warren fill whatever space they've got.
They're free, and some are free to starve, and some of them will not.
The rabbits in the hutch, they think they've got it pretty good.
They're clean and dry and fed and sheltered in their house of wood.
The rabbits in the hutch, they see the rabbits running free,
And mostly they are thinking, "Lord, I'm glad that isn't me."
The rabbits in the hutch are cared for, never knowing why,
Never caring where it comes from 'til the day they die.
The rabbits in the warren want to free their 'prisoned kin;
The rabbits in the hutch would love to let their brothers in.
But rabbit talks to rabbit and they're always poles apart,
And rabbits -- rabbits never find they've got a lion's heart.

Comments

[chasy]

well dang, you write good poetry! maybe you have some silent fans, too. :)