The Bunnies’ Grove

Looking in the grove 

there are graves

beneath willows 

So calmly overgrown, 

with the grass and the loam. 


Where does a memory go? 

When the listeners have all but gone 

Like bunnies in the woods

When it’s getting too dark 


They hop down into their dens

To their families,


Where the ground becomes a home

With a tombstone roof up above 


Where does a memory go?

When no one remembers 

What happens to a love

when there are no more lovers? 


They hop down into the grove

To the dens, beneath willows 

So calmly overgrown 

With the grass and the loam.   







  • Nicholas Browning

    Kind of a sad, melancholic read. A perfect one to set the mood today.

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