Soft Coat

On the rapid asphalt road
bloody fur, a rabbit caught
in the glaring headlight of
a speeding car.

Poor creature don’t cross
the road at night, do not
cross it at all unless you’re
an angel and can fly.

No one loves a rabbit less
it is a child’s pet and lives in
a tiny cage. Run free rabbit,
run on the forest’s floor.

poem by Oskar HansenReport problemRelated quotes
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