with a cup of dreams in my hand
when everything went blank
and black
and I woke up on a hillside
under a tree
with a rabbit next to me
he sat quietly
while I came to be
on that hillside
we were looking out over a small valley
with a creek running through
you could tell by the line of trees
winding like a lost shoestring
"I used to live down there" said Mr Rabbit
"My warren was near that next little rise
just beyond the creek."
He smiled at me, or seemed to.
Rabbits aren't good at smiling--
just conveying the feeling of a smile
was good, though
"I love the earth," he said
cleaning some dirt from his rabbit paw with his other
"I love how it smells when I dig,
how it's a bit damp and soft
how it holds so much life.
And after rain it returns to form.
In our warren it's dry, but the smell of rain on the earth
is beautiful."
He looked up at me
as I leaned against the tree and said,
"Well, I'm off now. Enjoy your time here."
And as he hopped off
I lost my way again
and I awoke
cup in hand
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