The repetition of soft little feet
From rabbits patrolling the fenceline in Spring
Before colors green emerge in the field
Tentatively touching the same little path
Small meandering trails from their entrance
To tall brown dry grass over which
Snow never visited
Shunning the ground as the wind made harsh
The rest of the field our rabbits avoided
Nestling under the large strong spruce fortress
Last year's dry grass agreed to stay 'round
Escorting the rabbits until warmth can be found.
-Kelly Voelker
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