Prince With a Thousand Enemies

El-Ah-Rai-Rah,
Prince with a Thousand Enemies.

In Lapine, which you are immaculately proclaimed - through
action strived.
There is but one weary warren once before
which equally spoke to sun and
span of the willow’d
wisp green heights - 
lush
bloomed
forest.
Treading past threatening hrudil - the chariots
of steel roars (running their lights, blind grasped those in
middle of Night-Roads), and of Never ceasing Men Rabbit-hunts.

Prince!
One who had secured our now
strong hind-legs
at the
cost
of many elil,
we thank you.
The Victor.
granting our now perceptive snout, our ears -
Carry rattled lore of mighty deeds risked
by you, prince. Stories, presently echo-heard 
through Dandelion and Silverweed Nests.
By perched watchtower stances, we’ve encountered
your Foe’s lineage. Still, we (just as you did),
Flee with Precise Cunning Past,
Coming about,
back home
But you,
Prince with a Thousand Enemies,
You did not have hrudil growls
back then, nor the flourished presence
of men (who copulate
like rabbits).

Do not fret.
Foreword by warren storytellers -
tails and tales again
proclaim
a
new
prince (though
reluctant).
Hazel-Rah, of 
Watership Down -
“Va-Ah-Rai-Rah”,
Prince with a Thousand Allies.
Together, tread with helping paws.
From rogue mice and family of noble silly
spoken gulls - Words on flight and wing - wind passenger of Bird Eye View.

To Ni-Frith, stench of past hay cuddles Doe, cuddles Kitten.
Burrows lavished in high jeweled hills
Frosted by Autumn’s
Breath - set
toasty
when cicada
symphonies congregate again.
Less now, today, that we fear Hounds or Feline.
What are Elil, ‘gainst gull, mice, por’pines, and Lapine?
These days quiet. Hear the tapered showers.
Where distance, the puff breathe of cottage smoke fills.

Prince with a Thousand Enemies
Your legacy
born in Danger
Now
lazily sleeps in peace.

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