smooshing contraries to have a holiday
good
day to hide eggs
if we can borrow cloaks from Lórien
then
under cloud and camouflaged
ready the games for
our
children of all ages
somehow the eggs go with the rabbit though
rabbits have kits outright
say
for metaphor
add the circle too
for more
than cycles
but
to represent inclusion
even
of eggs and chocolate with the hiding
and outright deliveries left somehow
to rabbits
put all of Easter
inside
and
silly rabbits
for taking part beyond their species
extra work for other sorts
and
yet delegation send to Bunnytown
to
thank the mayor of our playsets
and all
the color and the tasty
things found or
otherwise received
and
oh
yes
church on Aster’s morning by
our new name
which to begin and end
honestly
means a lot
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(William Blake writes about embracing contraries)
photo by Gary Bendig on Unsplash
brass buttons
(like other tokens by good stories)
I think Peter Rabbit
as well as
Bilbo Baggins had them
as
I think both beings
lost their own
one set to a fenced farmer
while
the other
to the great door
of a goblin
lair
brass buttons
then
might be a trinket and
a trophy
in addition to staid usefulness
to fasten
but the brightness of small things
to have
to lose
by farmers and by goblins
and other
taller foes in the world
and shall
new
gilded circles be given
or
otherwise arranged
so that vests and coats might be
fastened
against the cold and rain
or other depredations caused
by
great and closed cropper fences
or
Orc doors
as also shining things for
pleasures
be
restored
maybe to the reader
to match with likened
tokens
treasures
too
and
hey
even with their
losses
the rabbit and the hobbit
respectively
escaped from
their foes
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(Peter, whose jacket is classically depicted with bright buttons, actually loses the whole jacket plus his shoes in escaping from McGregor; Bilbo loses his brass buttons squeezing through the back door of the goblins’ mountain)
photo by Tyler Lastovich on Unsplash
(pretend the door is green, which, in fact, it is)
(x = space)
x
x
bunny hop
x
it is new year
for those who follow moons
for time
and these keepers are many
and in asia
and in places of diaspora, they remember
rabbit
now,
swift and camouflaged
yet hunted down
with or without impunity
x
each animal in
the zodiac
is vulnerable
yet each has qualities
to remember
and apply
x
the rabbit is
all harmonious muscle
on the outside
and inside
and on the outside and the inside
it can hear
and smell
and learn much through its whiskers
x
bless the rabbits
x
yes, they can overrun—the
stuff of a horror movie;
rabbit kill
(term for an event)
like deer
might be decided
so that everything
humans design for
a post-eden balance could
be done
(achieved
kill, design, and balance)
x
happy new year, rabbits
and to the dragons
that will bear you
in asia
the pacific rim
new york and san francisco
and so many, many places
all within your range
because you
are magic
x
you dwell
inside the earth,
taking care of beasts;
bring one creature
out
each year,
this year we know
the rabbit
x
bless the rabbits
x
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x
x
notes (3)
yesterday began the time and the celebration of the lunar new year
there is a horror movie from the 1970s called night of the lepus
the bunny hop is, well, it’s something; you may look it up
x
photo by nick fewings on unsplash
x
Friday’s Children
It’s Friday
I should say something
About cats
And to be fair
Dogs
And if you have a rabbit
Pet your rabbit
Be careful ‘round the ears
Otherwise, I think they like it
Friday’s child is loving and giving
Cats, it’s true
Are a source of affection
And encouragement
Through seeming indifference
Dogs are obvious about it,
Aren’t they?
Sometimes that’s just what we need
Obvious affection
I’ve spent most of my life
Around both
Not both kinds of cats (though
that’s true)
But contrary cats
And thorough dogs
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Image by Peter Morth from Pixabay
(haiku) From the Back Yard
Cardinal on fence,
Momentary red still life,
Flies away—that’s good
Cold morning air, one
Bumble-bee under flower
Following its call
Rabbit’s tall long legs,
Wary, lope across the yard:
Mitigated zeal
Not a Trick
Easter is a surprise, the
Rabbit out of the hat, one
Might wryly think
From where and when
Comes the trick-tradition
From Easter and the tomb,
I think, and Spring, generally,
In the land and from the
Time and place in which
Top Hats were popular
Something living retrieved
Out of nothing—something
Drawn out from the void
The rabbit is fecund (rabbits
Always are, aren’t they?),
The hat circular for the cycle
Of mortality, moving in
An immortal way
Hoping that, in coming ‘round,
One will pass the door to
Eternity, maybe to pause
There
Our magic with the rabbit
Is illusion—dedicated that
Way—but here’s what is
Real: the pure, created one
Has escaped the rounded
Maw of death, leaving (this
Time real) magic words working
As miracle
What is lifted now is living
Truth to behold
No applause needed or any
Desired, for this is grace
The cost of admission offered
Always, for all, a price to us
That’s free
Happy Tails, Happy Trails
I grew up with cats, with
Dogs, partly with a horse
(an entire horse), some
Guinea pigs, I think, and
Fish I could not relate to
There was a rabbit (maybe
Two rabbits—you know
How they are), a rescued
Bird
I met a big snake one time
At a program with a guide;
I enjoyed petting the snake
Feeling its muscles move
Beneath the skin
I enjoyed a staring contest
With a deer across the
Yard; actually, we were
Both walking the local
Cemetery and caught, as
If to trap, each other’s eyes
The things—Scripture’s
Creeping things—with tails
Are the ones I seem to
Do best with; I suppose I
Create a cheat out of
Belief and hope that the
Ones with tails and I are
Getting along
Well, what can I say? My
Wish (I don’t think Dale
Evans Rogers would mind)—
Happy tails, happy trails
this work is incited (that is, inspired in
an especially zealous way) in part by a
delightful blog and an extraordinary
group, Three Chatty Cats, celebrating
wondrously the rescue of cats
http://threechattycats.com/2016/02/08/the-odd-cat-sanctuary/
http://threechattycats.com/
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