The Rabbit Trail

[Keith]

The sunless sky just after snow
has long since plastered pounds of sleet
on burdened limbs. The cars aglow
with ice; the field a vast, white sheet.
The paw prints of a wild hare
are faintly dimpled on the crust.
They fade, then vanish in the glare,
and slowly fill with winter’s dust.
I follow, walking next a drift,
which shifts and fades: a phantom knoll,
its crest cut with a narrow rift.
And there, I spot the rabbit’s hole. Don't need this comma
I peer inside the tunneled space:
the rodent squeals and bites my face.

Hi Alatos for me the poem only gets going at The paw prints.....so I would start on this line, JMO, also the whole effort ( and I really enjoyed the winter stroll ) is let down by the end line, bites my face sounds forced and like you are trying to be funny with an otherwise serious poem.

I peer inside the tunneled space:

then set the terrier for a chase or something like that

Hope this helps Keith