Les Rêves Canadiens


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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