CHASING RABBITS

As she lies down
she quickly sleeps,
and soon is heard
odd little squeaks

She dreams away
in sleep-filled bliss,
her sounds imply
pure gibberish

A conversation
then ensues,
with peculiar sounds
and dovish coos

What she imparts
I've not a clue,
she speaks to dreams
she alone pursues

In sleep she sees
her past unfold,
relives the times
she only knows

In turn we smile
only suppose,
she's chasing rabbits
down a hole.



© d.knape
February 7, 2017
*In reference to Alice In Wonderland.

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