POEMES et POETES

3 petits lapins ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Trois lapins, dans le crépuscule,
Tenaient un long conciliabule.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Le Le premier montrait une étoile
Qui montait sur un champ d'avoine.
Les autres, pattes sur les yeux,
La regardaient d'un air curieux.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Puis tous trois, tête contre tête,
Se parlaient d'une voix inquiète.
Se posaient-ils, tout comme nous,
Les mêmes questions sans réponse ?
D'où venons-nous ?
Où allons nous ?
Que sommes-nous ?
Pourquoi ces ronces
Pourquoi dansons-nous le matin,
Parmi la rosée et le thym ?
Pourquoi avons-nous le cul blanc,
Longues oreilles, longues dents ?
Pourquoi notre nez tout le temps,
Tremble-t-il comme feuille au vent ?
Pourquoi l'ombre d'un laboureur
Nous fait-elle toujours si peur ?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Trois lapins dans le crépuscule
Tenaient un long conciliabule.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Et il aurait duré longtemps
Encore, si une grenouille
N'avait plongé soudainement
Dans l'eau de lune de l'étang.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Maurice  Carême