run rabbit run
run run run run run the rabbit thinks
frightened nerves sitting on their brinks
knowing his safe bet is a place to hide
he slips under a bush, lying on his side
where did he go? wonders the owl where did he go?
he swoops close to the bush, and flies really slow
the rabbit is quiet, stops breathing almost
not wanting to be dinner or a traumatized ghost
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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