And gloomy,
The hall lamp on
In mid-afternoon,
Everything
Dark and moody.
I dread putting on my parka
And walking the dog
But she is wise
And already has won me
With sad dark eyes
And quiet sighs.
So out we go into a gray world,
Sidewalks bare but fringed
With hard white grains of snow
And the ground frozen as concrete
Even along the creek path
Where the rabbit always bounds out
Before us, as if surprised,
But tomorrow, he’ll be back again
For the umpteenth reprise
And suddenly, I don’t care
About my comfort or warmth—
I’m concerned about him
And all the tiny creatures
Of the earth
How do they manage to survive
when the temperature's ten below,
When I can’t even bear to walk
A few miles without cursing the cold?
The poor beasts of the earth...
And some of them old.
😄😇😄
Amen, my friend, the whole of creation is struggling, and we are called upon to be good stewards of the environment and care for the other creatures who share our planet.
Rabbits
© Shannon W.
Nobody knows the rabbit's nose,
the way it twitches,
the way it goes.
Nobody knows the rabbit's ears,
the way it listens,
the way it hears.
Nobody knows the rabbit's toes,
the way they hop the highs,
the way they bounce the lows.
I know the rabbit's eyes,
the way they look,
the way they despise.
And nobody knows how they survive.
Ah, such a beautiful poem and it is a mystery to me too - they don't run - they freeze, and it seems to work. Many times I've passed them only to look back and see them bound away :)
not fan of poetry, but liked the title.
ha ha,I'm glad
i liked in this post because it s a great poetry
thanks
may be a question dear
You are a Amazing poetry! Have a good night @johnjgeddes ♥
thanks
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Hi @johnjgeddes
I thought this was a great poem (upvoting and resteeming)
What stood out to me the most is your use of half rhyme, mostly the one in the second to last verse where you used the "o" sound to make below and cold sound nice. It flows nicely.
I write poetry also, if you find some time then check out some of my stuff. I'm still learning and am trying to get better @pltorres
that's very observant, my friend. Yes, the sound follows the sense
touchy !!!
I wonder the same too and here you have put those worries in a great poem
thanks, @komal
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Best wishes.@johngeddes I'm so glad is warm where I sit right now hehe :)
every season has its beauty - some of my worst memories though are suffering through sleepless nights of summer heat before we had air conditioning. The way I figure it, you can always add layers of clothing but there's a limit to what you can take off ,LOL
@johngeddes Well said :)
Love your poem, man :).
I hope you don't mind I've added it to my podcast https://steemit.com/dsound/@sstefan/steemit-poetry-slam-podcast-episode-3
thanks, stefan, I'm honoured.
I think many are built to love the cold, as much as others love the heat. For this rabbit, it suits him. As long as there is food to be found, or fat stored enough to last, those meant for it are well served by the frost.
They survive no matter the harshness of the wheathe, in seasons and out of seasons. It's all the work of God. If he can watch over the rabbit n sparrows, how much more you and I?