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Great visualization. I love the footprint grass stuff! Sincerely, Mark

Such natural beauty is momentary yet everlasting in your mind's eye - you captured that well. If this poem were mine, I'd remove the s in "rains" and the extra "e" in "maybee" Sincerely, Amara

Wonderful images here. Nothing like a bit of pain to frame a moment and give it a highlighted place in memory. The scene with the hawk actually happened right outside of my window earlier this year. I felt sorry for the little bunny, but hawks have to eat, too. Always, Cat

The extra 's' and 'e', definitely. Maybe also the stream of periods? For me, they kind of diverted my attention, but then again, it was just me. I love the imagery - especially the rose, and translucent rains. :~) ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Bush is listening.... use big words!" ~ "Your inferiority complex is better than mine..."

the moment, it brings me back to last fall, when a half-grown cottontail, grown used to Buster the duck's presence, would nibble on grasses beneath my wire-mesh yard chair ... as I sat in it. I'd watch her beneath me, taking mental note of which veggies she ate so I could add others like them to my dinner salad. She was my only experience of a wild rabbit's being so trusting. It ended forever on a morning when I found her lifeless corpse lying in the grass. She'd been caught, I assume, by a neighbor's free-ranging housecat. So sad, the final event, and now my memory of it ... which, of course, will not ever go away. Thanx for a vivid write. Yours, Chuck

loved your poem.. the drop of blood cinched the ending so well. loved the title too.. draws one in for a great read.. Richard

This poem brought me peace, as mother nature marches on.

doesn't have much more to offer, Chuck's comments had much more value. cheers, Jess

i think of hawks often we have Kestrels nesting nearby they would hazard dwarf bunnies maybe tea cup bunnies and roses with plump lush petals, (crimson of course) the thorns the claws (To late to warn the bunni..) or too late to look away even I have grasped the stem of a rose to smell knowing what a rose is More thorns then petals we drip our drips in our savage world and content ourselves towards bunnys and petals

Hello my friend I too have written a poem called Sillohettes but it is different to this wonderful poem above. Barefoot leaving green grass impressions. The call of nature so soft yet so wild. delightfull electricblue