I looked out in my yard today And saw a refugee: A rabbit that had run away From stark reality. He'd left the woods he knew as home And fled to alien lands, Because the fields he liked to roam Were filled with hostile bands. It seemed a pity there should be A price upon its head, This creature hopping merrily Around my poppy bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY'S DREAM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |