What luck! A white rabbit beast has graced my lawn;
While lost, my hand, drags nervously among the grass-
I give its contents to the fresh teeth
of my new talisman
And he leaves his burrow to bestow a secret:
“Life is not ringing loud enough,” his lisp declares;
“We must break free of your arms-
Embrace
the plethora of cathartic conversation
You
refuse to believe you can demand.”