Endangered Characters
Hidden
on the old oak bookcase,
Sits
a million words unseen,
Wondrous
worlds not yet travelled,
Mysterious
plots pleading, to be unravelled.
Endangered
characters fret in flattened pages
Calling
courageously when I pass,
Boldly
battling inside the covers,
Extinction
evident, if they remain undiscovered.
Alice
still chases her White Rabbit,
While
he stupidly stresses over time,
“I’m
late, I’m late” I hear him squeal,
Is
his world really that unreal?
One
day I’ll sit upon a wishing chair,
And
free each character as I read,
But
I need my White Rabbit to sit still,
So
I can stop, search beyond covers, and save them all.
Author: Richelle
M.F.
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