Sanctuary Brother Rabbit's Warren in the briars Provided humble lodgings For a family of hunted souls. Outside the maze Confused patrollers Quit their watch, Convinced that the runways Had, through magic, Vanished into the earth. Whimpering hounds had sniffed Dead-end trails near the creek Then circled once, twice and again Without a clue. Safe within the bramblebush For now, The holy family slept.
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