Walking in your shoes
Where i come from You were so much bigger:
Holding my fingers to balance
Every step and guide me. Your figure
Reaches to me even today to steady my stance.
Each step i take reminds me i am not alone.
I still hear your voice's amusement when i teeter.
Chasing me later, were you sorry for my runaway abandon
Or did you know the outcome from the theater
Margaret Wise Brown painted for us--as the bunny championed
Escape in so many ways only to be captured with love
Forever? Now here we stand precariously. I watch you
Reach with your cane. I cower from above
Only now realizing what you meant by your smiles and winks:
"Maybe bunny literature is the answer to the riddle of the sphinx."
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