I woke in the sunshine
and stretched sleepily.
That was when I saw
the hole under the tree
where a scraggy, stripy cat
had spat and snarled at me earlier.
It was too small for me to go down.
so I scraped
and scraped
to make it bigger.
A rabbit would have done better.
I found a stone
and started to dig,
dig till it was big
enough for me to go down.
Scrabbling
falling
scrabbling
falling,
looking for the end
wondering why
there was light
there
wondering
if I’m awake.
Then I saw the rabbit.
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Down The Rabbit Hole
by Lynn White
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
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