lunatic in the field
nostalgia covers me. blanket comfortable and heavy. it wieghs me down. keeps me where i want to be. just like gravity. enchanted. by the music notes. every little tone. floating on a whim. transending time and space. and all i want to do is chase. chase alittle rabbit through the fields of wheat. running free in the heat. until we reach the river. under the rabbit moon. full and smooth. perched on a rock under a tree. little fish swiming in the stream. in the distance sounds the night owl... always on the prowl. looking for his mate. or something to put on his plate. so we retire to the grassy meadow. thats where we meddle. and play. two rabbits that misbehave. this rabbit is your hunny bunny, this rabbit is your slave.
-Zzz...
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