In his drooping he doth struggle. to type the words that linger off his tired tips. relating more and more of words and thoughts he ponders. shares . invites for more .. burning the fumes of tank long emptied the tired rabbit does smile.... lips fatigued they stretch lazily in delight as the night takes it hold.. another day skipped fleeting in silent words across the digital expanse of seeming infinite shores.. yes .. yes this rabbit tired. his bed doth call for its embrace.. its warmth..its soft comforting blanket. ~Saebian Frobosh~