β€œPaths Where a Rabbit Once Was”

A song with no music other than the elusive soundtrack of your life. (Sometimes mistaken for a poem.)

Sunday morning I knew…

If someone is being a rabbit, the fox* will scare the crap out of β€˜em.

I’m sorry, do I offend?


β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”

I’m still walking these paths from which you’ve disappeared
Your white tail the last I saw of you
I’d just like to see you sometime
Seeing back at me
I’d sure like to see you
Whole, like I thought I caught a glimpse of in the darkness

Do I keep looking till I see you again?
A white tail alone will never be enough
I want it all
Fox Bear Rabbit Everything

* = embleer elil = stinking enemy in Lapine

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