The Rabbit on the Lawn

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Alison Fennell fineartamerica.com

The rabbit on the lawn
in a camouflage fur coat
sits feasting on the clover
unaware of my awareness
not a thing in him moves
except his crinkling nose
twitching to the sweet

scent of white blossom
Besides the nose the jaw
languidly working clover
like a farmer rhythmically
chewing a plug of tobacco
Besides the jaw the eyes
portals on a ghost`ship

staring off into infinity
like a thought`lost poet
savoring a word’s juices
before scribbling it down
on some envelope scrap
to be regurgitated later
masticated into a verse

“Tell your mind and its
       agony
 to the white bloom
       of the blue plum tree” ~ Hayden Carruth

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to The Rabbit on the Lawn

  1. you chew your words so well

    Liked by 2 people

  2. great observations…

    Like

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