Grandpa Rabbit Is Retired
Grandpa Rabbit sat deeply down into his cozy afternoon chair.
What to read? He had so many selections. Would it be a mystery?
He loved biographies, autobiographies, spy novels and another genre.
So many books from which to choose; he was in heaven thinking of it.
Grandma Rabbit smiled, knowing her husband well.
He would be asleep before he reached the third page.
This was part of the joy of being retired.
He could take a snooze while others painted and delivered eggs this year.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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