The white rabbit

The field of straw is a quiet field.

One grasshoppers buzz

Silently

And the noisy wind howls like a restless cowboy.

Over the rustling grass.

These are the only sounds to be heard.

(Anywhere)

Residing elsewhere,

In these very

Plain,

Plains,

A white rabbit stretches out in the

Afternoon sun.

It has enchanting red eyes,

And  they are wide open,

(While only appearing semi-squinted)

And they are more than capable of finding

Every infinite flaw

With a very finite world.

The wind picks up.

(But not significantly)

However it does stir,

The peaceful ears of the

Peaceful rabbit.

They perk up,

Probing like curious satellite dishes,

Furiously searching for signals.

…And like a grizzly bear

The white rabbit

The white magician.

Rears up,

And

Surveys the empty field,

Left

To

Right.

And the back again.

And without warning,

The white rabbit

Darts off

Into a vacant hole

In the still very vacant field.

Then the skies open up.

And

The

Rain

Comes

Down.

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