The wolf fears finding eir lost black rabbit in the woods.
E hides in eir den.
Meditating about time without end.
Pondering about love.
The deafening sound of the leaves outside.
The incessant rain and the stifled howls.
Then the wolf realizes the black rabbit no longer exists.
In that classic rodent silence of a graveyard,
the black rabbit still lives neath the wolf's fur,
spying thru the wolf's eyes.
The black rabbit's presence comes to haunt em,
in the rocks of the wolf's den.
Neath the dirt,
in the wolf's den walls..
in the air,
in the threshold of that den..
The wolf can then almost swear, as e once did,
the black rabbit is running thru the den,
filling it with eir disturbing scent.
And as one intruder enters the den,
the black rabbit leaves,
leaving an unspoken shrill of protest,
the wolf never was capable of hearing in the silence.
Still, the wolf knows the black rabbit no longer exists for em.
However, the wolf is still terrified of venturing outside.
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