Wicker Basket

Face only a mother could love, but didn't.
Howling rabbit and a hug around thirteen.
I've seen the tall grass and I still can't trust.
This program may be unsuitable for children; you bet.
Inspected the mail and you.
Slats in the wall,
where dark shapes slithered away from the outhouse.
Past the orchard, to safety, then run like hell.
Black Katherine is full of rage, Rabbit holds all the pain.
How to put the fur back on?
Normal within a frame of reference.
So nice and clean,
never tell how dirty I am.