More or less dedicated to A Watership Down:
To Escape the Warren by Michael Doyle In the beginning Rabbit gained his tricks There on the path of winning Played out like a guitarist's licks Each to have their meaning Captive to the nightmares of human beings There was something coming hard As the gambler played his last card There are just too many rules Subjects of things not taught in schools The fear felt was borne on blood That would replace the fill of mud The danger was felt like a wire Burning hot like a raging fire Brothers must leave and in haste As there wasn't a moment to waste These are the ways of fear Questioning what it takes to preserve While so few have the ears Or even the willingness to hear Fleeing into the corner of the woods Doing their best to gain a life of good One by one gathered into their own safety net Without a moment to neglect But the head never allows the freedom Needed to think and change the kingdom But change then is what is needed So the story tellers have readily pleaded Do we then dare to cross the road Or, live in our caged existence as we're told Despite the storms that just might come It is best to live our lives in freedom (c) June 22, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
