Hare Chris gnashes

So Hare Chris the brain
studied the new trap. Such strain
on the spring! No rain

so no rust. A pain.
but a whole carrot to gain!
Hare Chris snarled “You bane!”

He hit at the chain.
Snap!!! It and his heart jumped twain.
Chopped carrots do reign!

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on the Stroke of Bad fortune

loneliness in those bright eyes
cuts me to the heart
little, shining examples that all
is not lost
with that person trapped in an
imprisoning
betrayer body

all those memories, hopes, dreams
            more abandoned now
trapped, sad,
from notice by any but
those
            with love
            with patience
                  who want to decode and delimit
that complex communication divide