Swamp Idyl
Somewhere off by a stream,
an old Rabbit told a tale
to his forty eight grand kids
and great grandkids,
Under the sunny sun they sat,
the oldster under the shade of a willow,
all of them had honey and bread,
each waiting to hear the tale.
A Butterfly floated lazily by,
and a Mockingbird chirrupped in the ferns.
Momma Rabbit called on out,
and the oldster said
"No, stay awhile!"
so the mummy Bunny sat on down,
in the mossy grass by the stream,
folding her floral apron neatly.
No cloud in the sky disrupted the tale,
and the forty eight little ones
all were smiling,
the mummy Bunny was too,
as the day slowly went by.
The Mockingbird came to listen,
as did Ole Mister Tortiose,
and Stork Dan,
who came with Panther Rose,
who was always with Cub Fen,
And Fen's friend Hawk Clay,
who carried in his claws Snail Clem,
who begged Adder Serpenz to help,
and soon all of the Swamp was there,
to here the oldster's fine tale,
under the sun in the glade by the stream,
with the breeze so gentle
and the grasshoppers buzzing,
until the story was done.
When it was done, the rest were gone,
but little Snail Clem was still trying to go,
so the oldster picked him up,
and took him to the water's edge,
set him there and took up his cane,
and walked away in the woods,
still telling himself the tales of old.
Copyright © Sharon Downer | Year Posted 2006
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