Rabbit
A brown Rabbit wakes from its slumber
And looks outside its rabbit hole.
It looks up into the burning sky
Only to feel not in control.
Nevertheless, it departs from home.
The silence in the air is gone.
No one around yet, but the trees,
For it is cold and still dawn.
The Rabbit doesn’t mind, it can wait.
It doesn’t have much of a choice.
For now, it will listen closely
For a sound, a whisper, a voice.
The mist is gone, the sun is now up,
Yet no one has come out to play.
The little Rabbit has little choice,
So in the forest it will stay.
It feels dark, cold, and uninviting.
Rabbit turns to look at its hole
Only to find that it is not there
As if the earth swallowed it whole.
Panicked, the hare looked for a way out,
However, there’s nowhere to go.
It doesn’t have a family,
None of which that Rabbit would know.
The world started to fade away,
But the Rabbit couldn’t care less.
Its home was gone, and its friends too.
In the abyss it will depress.
Temptation
I confess that I, too, hunger,
But I doubt it’s a surprise.
I stiffen the sound, keep it down,
My silence is my disguise.
After a while, I feel just fine.
The hunger has gone away.
My senses collapse, disruption.
A dull world painted in grey.
Then there it is, a bright, red fruit
So succulent and tempting.
Its sweet aroma fills the air.
So affecting, injecting.
My skin tingles, I salivate.
Everything dormant comes out.
It pops, pierces, penetrates me.
Its color fills me with doubt.
I must resist, it’s forbidden!
Think of what people would say.
I feel so guilty, but I cave in
And reach for it anyway
I focus and extend my arm.
Feelings arise: joy, greed, lust.
Finally, my hand reaches it
But then, it withers to dust.
First comes confusion, then anger.
The embarrassment cuts bone.
I digress, I learn my lesson,
That I’ll always be alone.
Chelsea Canady is a junior at the University of the Cumberlands. She’s majoring in communications with an emphasis on journalism.
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