
Down The Rabbit Hole 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. https://stephdaich3.wixsite.com/phoenix-z-publishing/post/down-the-rabbit-hole-poetry-by-guest-author-lynn-white