Poetry and Rabbits

To Celebrate the grand unveiling of The Rabbit Hill's new design, I have written a poem. It's kind of longish, so if you don't feel like reading the whole thing, just run your fingers over the computer screen and absorb the good vibes vibing off it. ;)

The Rabbit Hill

You are standing on a hill

and you think it's just dirt

You don't realize

beneath your toes and soles

great black holes are stretching

down into the ground.

Tunnels of stories and faerie lights

are weaving backwards and forwards

through the walls of time

down where no person sees.

The tunnels were dug

so very long ago

by the host of rabbits,

every color of the earth;

They saw prophecies

of a great and twisted world

where others saw only dirt

and dirty roots.

They saw books of pebbles

hidden beneath the trees,

and they dug and dug

and dug till they found

the words they wanted.

You don't know it,

but there is dancing

down below.

You don't know it,

but you are standing

on a rabbit hill.