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In The Rabbit Hole

Mary M. Hall-Rayford © 2014

Raking the leaves, turning the soil,

I noticed the burrows dug deep,

But decided to stay on course with my plan,

To clean up the yard before the rain seeped,

Into the atmosphere, spreading across the land

Keeping me from my goal to beautify

All that anyone could see with the naked eye,

And enjoy the fruits of my labor and then,

Suddenly, I lost control of balance and

Started to sink in the hole, I had noticed,

But refused to think about then,

And now as I screamed for help from anyone

I discovered none heard, for no one was near

To my hear my heart-rend screeches or to see the tears

That flowed as I thought all was lost, but

Then I had to reflect about all I knew

About rabbit, whole and how they tasted in stew.

So I remembered Alice, and her plight in the same

And thought about what she might do

Against all odds, earthworms and grubs,

Dirt and stuff I could not even name

No wonder her journey, garnered such fame.

But I must not lose sight of my tale as it is,

May not bring glory and fame, but tis

The stuff whole novels abound with characters

Made in the quickness of thought,

And hopefully, many books will be bought

To see the end of this tale

That I now attempt to regale,

On a spring evening when all through the city

Everyone was busy, raking lawns and seeding

Not worrying about feeding the rabbits who

Waiting for someone to help them reach their goal
By falling in their hole,
Losing their minds and soon their souls,
To the depths of adventure that lie within,
Watch and see if I emerge with a grin,
Victorious in all things, until the very end.