Life at the bottom of a rabbit hole

U may not be Alice but then who cares, since u are at the bottom of a rabbit hole u may as well be.
As u stare up there is a bright patch of sky somewhere way up there. A spark of sunlight. A fluffy cloud…
Somewhere down below there is a warm lil’ feeling. Hello little rabbit Hello…
Puzzled innocent eyes Ah the Mad hatter hasn’t met u
Shyness… do I see a hint of shyness.. Ah the Cheshire cat…
Don’t worry little rabbit. It’s a strange life –be it in here or out there
The furry warmth of the burrow, the hopeful dreams settling on droopy eyelids so much peace… home… peace.
Safe… Safe… Safe…
The raging streak of a mad dash across the meadow.. The slicing freshness of the wet grass blades… the gentle brush of the first dandelions.
Owls, hawks foxes- A ball of fear …and yet the beckoning circle of sky
A tiny patter of rabbit feet disappear into the distance. You run faster and faster after the dimming echoes. The circle of sky looms larger and larger.
Rabbit feet bound across the green meadow… No feeding today … Just a wild bound across the grassy plain.
Silent swoops death from the heavens.
A mild scuffle…. Soft rabbit hair floating in the wind
Pollen scatters … A thousand new dandelions to come
You walk back down the rabbit hole …
And it feels just as warm and fluffy
It feels yet alive….

Sometimes

I see u perfect: standing by the door, in the fading light of the sweeping dusk
I see in ur eyes a wave of eagerness … of recognition of this face from the past
I see a flash of a breaking smile … of happier times and carefree days
I see a lingering sadness sweep… of a bond that was never named
I see the fingers tighten clasp… of battles within and yonder
I see a warm moist cloud … of two travelers and their unique path
Farewell my lady… I leave now … from a place that feels like home.

"Footsteps"- Dedicated to an ole friend :)

The feet walked side by side in unison along the cobbled sidewalks.
When the eyes met, the images were clear, bright, and warm…
When the eyes didn’t meet, the images were still clear, bright and warm…

As the seasons passed, the cobbled paths were less traversed together…
The footsteps rang hollow …
When the eyes met, the images were still clear… Sharper but less warm
The eyes hoped for rain…
The Gods were kind…
As the raindrops streaked down the image became less sharp
The image grew clear, bright and warm…
Sighs escaped lips… the footsteps gained a chirp as paths crossed…

As times would come to pass… the crossings would become fewer.
As the eyes met, there were no images…
It was a stark world…
The eyes hoped for rain
The gods could do but so much
The clouds gathered but showered not a drop….
A moment of silence … Something had died..
Suddenly the images were clear, bright and warm
No rain…
Just a pair of wet eyelashes…
No sound of footsteps…No cobbled paths to travel
Just a pair of wet eyelashes…