poems from last monday

Jessica brought in a bag full of random things and we have to pick something out of the bag and write a poem based on anthing stemming from the object. The first object i chose had a rabbit on it. The second one was a paper bird with its beak cut off.

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the rabbit's hair
bathed in December snow
simple and common from a distance
ornate and unfamiliar when magnifided
latch on to the strands that slip through your fingers
like water spaghetti sliding through the crevices of your palm
slender strands press against you, sharing thoughts and new meanings
infinite stories leak out from the heir, slowly puncturing your skin
a world outside of your own reality
a rabbit's realm
the rough patches of hair reveal
that there are no assumed accomodations in this creature's world
no morning coffeee with two sugars
this rabbit rarely inhales the scent of lemon glazed chicken accompanied by rice pelaf
no bed to nestle into during the night
no tea, no canvas to paint poetry upon
just the hair on it's back
the one thing that keeps it warm

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pirched up on the branch of the wise old oak
where did your voice go,
you sing no song
your aged eyes are rimmed with rich soil
the crow soars by and by
encompassing your tree
disgusted by a challenge,
you are driven more than ever to claim your territory
you dig your toes into the moss of your nest
you lower your gaze
desperately emulating the crow's dagger eyes
you vigurously channel messages from
your left brain, to right, to the burgundy of your neck, to the pulse of your spotted chest, to the coarse skin on your back, to the feathers on your wings, chanting, "MOVE!"
you have built up your rage
your on the top floor in the elevator
stop! remember!
you're only made of paper