Mrs. Rabbit
A little rabbit with fuzzy fur,
Sat as still as a rock,
She didn't move a paw,
She didn't even talk!
She sat as still as still can be,
Then sat up and sniffed the air,
There was no enemys to see,
For of these, rabbits don't care!
She hopped in a wide circle,
And ran towards a tree,
I stood as still as possible,
So she would not see me.
She removed a bit of fur and grass,
And I saw under it,
A bunch of baby bunnies,
Squirming here and there a bit.
The little mother cotton tail,
Combed their fur with her claws,
The little bunnies were perfectly made,
They had no deforming flaws.
I finally drew back in wonder,
I felt such happiness,
But I need to go because of thunder,
And wish a blessing for the rabbit nest!
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