poem appears slowly, smile first --
(do you know that its whiskers are better than its eyes)
This poem talks to you out of a tree
(although poems canít talk, this seems perfectly normal)
There are huge red roses.
it is all here -- the rabbitís running away.
This poem can tell you the right path
(like a certain scarecrow)
but you have to read the code.
Donít let that rabbit go.
poems disappears as mysteriously
as it came to you. You canít be sure
when you will see it again, or
what form it will take.
It might be a baby pig. It might be a dream.