A thousand enemies at my door,
A thousand enemies at my door.
If I get out,
I will score.
My hope has not gone yet,
But I met a flicker
Of darkness.
It was hopeless.
Where is the key
To being free?
I may not know
But I will grow
And I will show
I am not low.
I may be a rabbit
But being scared is not a habit.
And I prepared,
And repaired,
My hope.
I believe I can cope with Frith*.
A myth he may be,
But he gave me my legs to run,
But no, he was not done.
He gave me my tail and ears.
So I used my legs and did not fail,
I ran along the human trail,
But the wolf got me.
I flailed and wailed.
I was lucky to have found a stray nail,
Which I pushed in his paw.
And he let go.
I went with the flow,
And ran to my burrow.
So I was free.
Like a bee.
A pollinator,
More important than an alligator.
Flying from flower to flower,
Not realizing,
What it has done.
It has made the beauty of nature,
And still makes honey for its hive.
Busy as an ant.
(Which do not go in your pants.)
That is what it feels like to really be free.
*Frith is who the rabbits deem as a God. He made the stars by scattering his droppings in the sky. He gave the rabbits their tail, long legs and ears.
“All the world will be your enemy, Prince of thousand enemies. And when they catch you they will kill you. But first they much catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people will never die.” -Lord Frith
Yash menon 