Fair's Poetry

Dear Mrs. Rabbit,

I am beside myself,

You running was something of magic,

Equal only to things of perpetual awe standing,

Stuttered and teared you went,

I see you now, in entirety,

You with red coating and pink lining,

I know that the war, the road,

were just bumps to shape,

Create a wolf of understanding,

So when I stood under stars,

Under the moon,

With you be my side,

I could feel the vastness,

Of you....

In a complete loving heart.