POEM: Call Me Warren

In , I have learned that going down rabbit holes in not voidable. I have learned to welcome them as portals to new worlds. Regarding the title, for those who may be overly-citified, a warren is an area where rabbits live in burrows, or a colony of rabbits. May you boldly wander and stumble up on many wonders.

Call Me Warren

Warren possessed
A twisted mine
Of rabbit holes
Inviting and daunting
Going down
And ending up
Who no's wear
That naked
Timeless and timely
As bunnies never dating
Springing eternal
They just
Due it
Call me

If you want a more traditional poetic take on such matters, here is the poem, The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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