Rabbit Hole

by Frank Hubeny

I used to love my rabbit hole
so dark with death and dirt.
When Jesus bopped my rabbit ears,
washed my clothes, released my fears….
These tears of joy don’t hurt.

Inspired by a prompt from Linda Kruschke.

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