He

He is a rabbit
Looking sideways
For something better
He is a coward
Unable to  comprehend

the courage
Being a woman is,
He lives a life of ease
Work and play
Bills to pay.
He is a waste of time
An empty jar
No flowers
No champagne
Just a lot of rain
And if you allow it,
Pain.
Misunderstandings
Surround him like mosquitoes.
Scare him off
By inviting yourself
To his dark lonely cave,
He is a rabbit,
Always running away
And dogs and rabbits
Rarely get along.
Let him run and hide
While you walk away
Slowly but surely
Towards another
More beautiful way.

Live rabbits to live

Their cowardly cave way.

 

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
This entry was posted in a stranger in paradise, adaptation, fake vs. real, friendship, gender psychology, planetary life, poetry, poetry in motion, survival. Bookmark the permalink.

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