Morning Rabbit
I spied through the window as I sipped mornings brew
A frisky young rabbit having his mornings chew
He bounced through our garden, munching on green burrowed roots
Having no ideas or cares, as I donned my tall boots
I snuck from the warmth of my side door unheard
Got up close behind quickly, like a softly winged bird
Then off he was running, my steps close just behind
He turned round a tree with me near at his side
We rounded the tree so fast it made funny
Who’s chasing who, me or the bunny?
He ran over rocks, green grass and a bolder
Only stopping a moment, to look over his shoulder
Under an old truck, sitting bound in tall grass
I thought I had lost him, till he popped out so fast
His fur picked up grease, some old oil from the motor
And the chase was back on, with me back on his quarter
I was just in the grasp, and I took a great lunge
Caught a wisp of his tail, found it slipped like wet sponge
Rabbit spied splits in the fence, quickly through and departed
To catch that oiled rabbit, I’ll sooner get started
Put my boots on quicker, and come out to play
Find that frisky young rabbit, again starting his day
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