Oh joy,

hopping around the corner

like a bunny,

waiting for me to follow you—

I see your winking whiskers

and twinkling eyes—

you just wanna play with me,

don’t you?

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To frolic and romp about

in noisy hoots and hollers,

and collapse in a heap of hay,

laughing with straw in my hair

and stars in my eyes….

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It’s not really about catching you, is it?

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A bunny held squirms

and kicks you in the gut.

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Joy is a wild thing,

slippery as the sunrise over the horizon,

as the sunset behind a hill—

ever leaving, yet ever winking

from behind the moon—

calling me to run forward again,

and despite my tears, to laugh!

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