tom's bunnies make a racket in the morning
they clatter less conscientiously
since winter began
cold desert melancholy
waiting in the hutch
for their coats to whiten
what's the delay?
a deficit of parsnips?
in the brittle minutes before sun breaches
they grind foreteeth on the molding
trash is collected cement is mixed dachshunds defecate
alvin and pancake
haven't hopped for weeks
they amble sternly through cattails of memory
warm litters of memory
they chase carrot tops in the hardwood memories
of beneficent summer loam
where dreams clatter
and dust bunnies gather
Love ending on dust bunnies!
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