Ogle Report post Posted May 10, 2005 The rabbit was sitting Sitting in the forest He was living on his island And eating lots of porridge (well it was a strange rabbit, I mean most don’t stop running) He was running The rabbit was being chased He was running The n00b was catching him The rabbit was being skinned The n00b has caught him The rabbit’s meat was taken He was dead The n00b had left the bones They settled into the ground The gods hadn’t looked them over The bones were given a gift They were allowed to rest with the speaking bones The gift was given with love All n00bs were told to listen And to respect the bones When they passed them over They heard a voice telling them Asking them: Whether they had any respect for the dead The rabbit was sad He did not know why He was feeling pain And horror He didn’t know what was happening But he knew that something was changing Suddenly there fell Something white through the air The older bones told him it was snow He did not know what it was He felt the cold And he perceived that it was called winter For the word was in his blood He wished the winter would pass That it would soon go away It did not stop The snow stopped falling from the sky But it piled in drifts everywhere He did not know whether to laugh or to cry But he did know that his wish was denied Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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ttlanhil Report post Posted June 10, 2005 (edited) This poem has been selected for a ttlanhil's choice award! Ogle has selected a mirror cloak Edited August 9, 2005 by ttlanhil Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
