Not About Me

The Steinbeck Boys

Through the rain they ran,
They ran with the dead rabbit as if convinced
They could run between the raindrops so fleetly
The wet would never touch them.

But when at length they were soaked,
One boy took the rabbit and flung it
By its feet again and again,
Till it fell down on his brother

Who wrapped the rabbit around his neck,
And let its feet and head dangle beneath his chin
And they ran and ran in the rain
Until they reached home again.

rcs.

2nd draft: 07/15/04
©2004 Ronald C. Southern

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