from the Easter grass covered hills
but everywhere marshmallow bunnies
that cannot sleep
kept awake by their own pastels
frequent peep dells
and harbor the insistently yellow chicks.
time ticks slowly in Peepland where
nothing ever gets stale.
beyond the vale of Easterdom I see them
peeps everywhere in every shade
a little startled in their expression
stamped out for their fate and knowing it is late
in Peep Eden marshmallow made
too big to hide behind the jelly beans,
they will never fade
into their own Easter parades
matching the satin ribbons on the baskets
too late for tisket or tasket
after Easter meetin'
waiting staunchly to be eaten.
mary angela douglas 24 march 2017