“Rabbit, rabbit” — good luck, it’s said,
and if you’re the first of the first.
A brand new month of feasting and fun,
now that we’ve frightened away the worst.
The ghosts, the goblins, the wolf at the door
to make room for rabbits, writers and more.
This was written in response to a prompt from Miz Quickly, an invitation to kick off a month of writing and frivolity. Back to the future!
It’s so lovely to read your poetry again.