The Rabbit
Racing to and fro
Avoiding traffic
In the fast lane
He hops, up and down—
Back and forth
Scurrying through life
With never a moment to

Waste.  The looking glass,
Illuminates etched creases
Gathered with time, revealing
An era elapsed, left to
Recollection.  Alice ageless—
Sealed in the pages of
A childhood fable unlike
History, accounting only
For the rise and fall of

Many.  Always late,
For every important date,
The rabbit gains momentum
As he scampers, looking
For greener pastures
Before his concluding

Fate.

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