White Rabbit (by Megan)

I stare.
I stare at the cold, hard ground--
And wish myself below.
I look up--
Black.
All I see is black.
All I feel is black.
All that touches me
Is black.
So, so black.
"Stop!"
I scream into the darkness.

A white rabbit bolts past
a heavy, in-scripted stone.
I stop.
I ponder.
And I begin . . .
I begin to see.

The frightened animal comes near,
beckoning me to look up.
And when I do
The sky lightens.
I can see the sun.

When I stoop down,
the rabbit is gone.
In it's place
is something pure,
something white,
something wanting to be held.