I’m sure they’re teasing me
as they chase across green
always in twos, hoppity hop.
The silence for me has been non-stop.
The scampering brown bunnies
think it’s terribly funny
to let me think I can reach them.
The silence has yet to reveal its gems.
It’s my will against theirs,
and they’re faster then hares.
All I’ve seen so far is the fluff of their tails.
The silence resolutely maintains its veil.