The Hare Lays Still Beneath the Pine

I Killed the Wabbit. It Dead. reimagines the familiar chase between Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny as a dark Southern folk ballad. Set beneath a blood-red moon and the shadow of a dead pine, the poem trades cartoon comedy for guilt, obsession, and uneasy silence. Its repeated refrains echo the sound of old Appalachian murder songs, while rustic dialect and funeral imagery turn the hunter’s victory into something hollow and tragic. What begins almost absurdly gradually becomes sincere: a lament for violence, memory, and the end of a lifelong pursuit. Vocal range: Ab2 – G4 https://www.davidpeoples.com/