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The Snare
JP (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

The Snare

I hear a sudden cry of pain!
There is a rabbit in a snare:
Now I hear the cry again,
But I cannot tell from where.

But I cannot tell from where
He is calling out for aid!
Crying on the frightened air,
Making everything afraid!

Making everything afraid!
Wrinkling up his little face!
And he cries again for aid;
- and I cannot find the place!

And I cannot find the place
Where his paw is in the snare!
Little One! Oh, Little One!
I am searching everywhere!

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Comments (26)

Excellent write! I am stunned! Great poem!
The omniscience of God. He is all in all! Brilliant Joe! Are you a theologian? : D
very well written poem and true.For wisdom is better than rubies; and all the things that may be desired are not to be compared to it. proverbs.
I agree Jehovah our God made all things and knows all things is everywhere at once.He knows what he is doing.Praise his Holy Name Jehovah.A most wonderful poem of praise for him.Very well penned wonderful topic too.
It is with respect I praise You. Wisdom bourne of true experience, Write on my 'Friend' I watch with interest. as I get little from my Bank Account these Days!
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