Canada Dreams

              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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