Rare are those moments, still
Afternoon or early night, vanished thrill,
Before i dare again to raise my voice,
Broken first, then steadier, with poise,
In praise of my creators' love, one song
Tension vanishes, why waiting ever so long?
(This is my rabbit-poem...🐇, Blessings to you all!) by KindSpring member -- horse-girl
*editor's note: Using first word of each line in poem spells RABBIT