A Brief History of the Poet, Wordsworth Rabbit

~A Brief History of the Poet, Wordsworth Rabbit~

 

Wordsworth was a rabbit who lived in Muse Holler along with various other creatures and a few of the humans who owned  the cows, horses, sheep, pigs, chickens, most of the dogs and some of the cats.

Deer, wild birds, rodents, snakes, lizards, frogs, and rabbits, such as Wordsworth, lived on their own.

 

Humans and animals dream, now and then, and one day as Wordsworth napped within a tangle of blackberrie vines he dreamt the beginning of a poem, and when he awoke it was still vivid in his mind, and because he enjoyed the thought of composing a poem he decided to complete it while he was fully awake. He toyed with various words and lines for an hour or so until he felt that his poem was finished. He then recited it silently to himself and it went like this:

 

The fields are planted.
The flowers are slanted
away from the breeze.

The birds have nested.
Clouds are rested
a tad above the trees.

Oh, summer is fine!
My life has a shine!
I'll hoppily do as I please!

 

Now that Wordsworth had completed his poem he wanted to recite it to others, so he left the blackberries and hopped along one of the trails that led to where he knew there would be a good chance of encountering listeners.

Wordsworth came upon a cow, got her attention and recited his poem. When he was through the cow politely smiled and mooed, "That was very nice."

 

Wordsworth then met a rooster beside a road and recited his poem to him, even though the rooster showed no interest, and continued to peck away at the ground.

 

Wordsworth then met a local human named Lori who was carrying what Wordsworth thought was a smooth, black stick. As Wordsworth began to recite his poem Lori pointed the stick at him and suddenly a loud BANG burst from it. Wordsworth's head was blown completely off his body.

As it turns out, Lori was known to be the best rabbit hunter in Muse Holler, and later that evening Wordsworth Rabbit would be a poet Lori ate.

 

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very sad

 

Oh it's not funny

to eat a bunny

It is sad to

kill a rabbit

and squelch his poetry

habit.