The Great Fence
It’s like a fish net. Or a snappy trap.
You can see through it but you can’t
get at what’s on the other side.
Whether it was defence, to keep us out,
or for defence to keep them in,
we didn’t know. The weave wasn’t
too terribly dense – we could certainly
see right through, and we tried
on many nights to make our way from this
side to theirs. It was a fence
of steely strength and considerable
expense. And we rabbits lined up
along it, sitting like spectators
at a May Day parade. Wee bunnies,
wee rabbits, we sat there and watched
all those golden carrots and lettuces grow.
Written for Poets United, Prompt A Fence