Insight
Once I saw rainbow snow falling like a carpet woven by angels with time on their lily pale hands. A white winter hare sat on its haunches taking in this strange sight. There are men with shotguns lurking in the woods, farmers who wait for spring to plough dark soil and plant spuds. The hare made a jump of death, now a stew and the braves spit pellets on a plate. Snow ate the rainbow and I saw heavy boots, the hare looked small. In the forest a big tree soundless fell and a squirrel lost its... Sign in to see full entry.