“His mind’s all black thicket and blood.”
– Jim Harrison
It was your rabbit
courage that led
you into the brambled
city – a hutch
in which you’d find
refuge. Your bobbing
nose smelling
out danger and garden-
like safety. You followed
the carrot before
you.
Why couldn’t you smell
the spilled blood
foreshadowing
an untimely demise?
Better you’d stayed
holed-up
in the country.
* * *
Day 23 of Jilly’s “28 Days of Unreason.”
“We all know that Art is not truth.
Art is a lie that makes us realize truth,
at least the truth that is given us to understand.
The artist must know the manner whereby
to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”
― Pablo Picasso
Life in Portofino 
The moral seems to be that following our nose when led by our stomach is heading for trouble. Love the way you have used the adjectives rabbit courage – bramble city/
p.s. Charley how did Rabbits get into both our poems?
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Thicket would be my guess. Never go to the grocery hungry. Thank you, Laura!
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There’s a rabbit in mine as well. I really like this Charley!
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Thank you, Linda!
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“rabbit courage” – nice. And the brambled city imagery is great too. Interesting question – who or what is murdered there? What was lost?
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Interesting questions indeed. Thank you, Randall!
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