Life Cycles (Poem)

A shallow rabbit burrow

Squirming with tiny pink life.

Mother nature needs a sacrifice.

In the freezing early April night,

Kits slip off into a shivering sleep,

Never to wake.

The earth nourished them to life,

With honeysuckle, dandelion and mother’s milk.

But now, their supple, weeping bodies nourish the earth.

The cycle of life.