It's Still Life

To Love a Rabbit

Rabbit, my Rabbit,
we each are one.
You and I from that
first time drawn.

You needed an expanse of sea.
I needed to see the moon, but

we’re surrounded by
ourselves, and invisible
to time. We need no
in-between. No dance.

We eat strawberries on drawing paper.
We grow flowers for their scent.

Your footsteps are pressed
in a field of snow, and I’ll follow
them until their snowy draw
melts back into the earth.

written for Kim’s dVerse Poets prompt. Note: my husband and I were both born in the Year of the Rabbit. Perhaps not the most courageous or bold sign, but we are cosy, easy and content.   © Misky 2021