There are tight circles,
Amongst the jack rabbits.
Somewhere where the grass
Is green, and the water is cool.
The snow flushes out their hops
Into mere pitter-pats
And the cats stalk their prey into the night.
I don’t know if it’s the cold
Bringing this blush to my cheeks.
The jack rabbits reminded me of love and the desert
But they too, get cold.
Burrowed into their holes like my own hibernation in bed.
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