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Puisi

This is just a book full of poetry I made because I'm bored. (not all of it's mine)

Musical Hares

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by keepergirl2000

by keepergirl2000

The curtains rise.

The crowd cheers.

I guess it's time to make some music,

And hopefully not hurt their ears.

But as I play a nice jazz-like tune

My mind wanders to what happened at noon.

A rabbit, I saw, sprinting in the grass.

It was like a challenge, see how long it could last.

If I were a rabbit, a hare, or a bunny

I would collapse on the spot.

But the rabbit was smarter, or maybe just used to it.

Because it sprinted, ran, and hopped just a bit.

AS the song ends, my mind closes.

But I could have sworn I saw some fuzzy ears in the back.

Must just be the stage light.

Right.