I dreamed I was racing across a bridge and across a wet field filled with rabbits and deer. Beneath the passing of my feet rabbits of all sizes and colors grazed in the grasses. At the edge of the field was a tiny wood, and within it a series of small paths, so that one could pass if crawling. There the rabbits spoke with me in human tongue and peace could be made between the rabbit tribe and the tribe of men. And there I dwelt in a tiny home, with others like myself, away from the watchful eyes of men, in the rabbit warden beneath the earth.
No comments:
Post a Comment