Best Rabbits Poems
God told old Noah to build an ark,
To make it out of gopher bark.
Noah did as he was asked,
And worked until he completed the task.
Then God told Noah to gather the beasts,
Two of every kind, the hes and the shes,
So that when the earth is dry again,
They can procreate, new life begin.
All the animals were good, except for the rabbits.
Though small and cute, they had some bad habits.
Quiet and stealthy, they would roam around,
Hiding in dark corners where they weren't easily found.
You might be wondering how bunnies could be bad,
But you need to remember the reputation they have.
Hiding in the shadows, what do you think they're doing?
They're not playing hop scotch - they're cuddling and wooing.
Now cuddling and wooing isn't such a bad thing,
But rabbits are known for quickly multiplying.
Though Noah tried to keep the bunnies apart,
He was no match for their affairs of the heart.
So when it came time, the ark to depart,
The animals came out two by two like the start.
Two by two they strolled off the ark,
After being cooped up, getting out was a lark.
But then came the rabbits and to Noah's dismay,
Not two but hundreds were coming his way.
Then the Lord told them all to be fruitful and multiply.
Noah looked at the rabbits and let out a sigh.
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( INTERLOCKING RUBAIYAT )
When I look out of the window,
All at once, my heart feels a glow!
Happy Rabbits in our garden
Play. Then, relax in the shadow.
Like rocks, their silhouettes harden.
Though out in the open garden,
In search, their predators miss them.
Relieved. The Rabbits lives pardoned.
As the coast clears, their youngsters then
Spring out from their safe little den.
One by one, they pop out the ground!
This family numbers to ten.
In panic, they run around.
Because they can now hear the sound
Of something strange heading their way...
Once gone, it can never be found!
It's the seasonal hunters day.
And he has his own game to play.
The more hits, the higher his score,
All Rabbits, be they brown or grey!
These little creatures I adore.
I feel so much joy to see more
Happy Rabbits in our garden!
What did that hunter come here for?
Written 4th October 2021
For the Interlocking Rubaiyat Contest
Sponsor : Angel L Villanueva
The Bushmen of the Kalahari Desert grow up listening to the stars…
and feeling the joy their music brings….
but for most of us the stars are silent…we have never heard them sing.
Nor can we talk to the flowers, the forest…the oceans
and all the animals who within them dwell…
We’ll never know the adventures they’ve had…
never hear the stories they can to tell.
The Bushmen have an explanation for this…a simple reason why:
So many of us have lost our connection to the the land…the seas…the sky.
So I’ve been doing a little experiment with the rabbits I see on my walk…
when I see them I stop…close my eyes…and in my head we have a little talk.
I say, Good Morning Rabbits…do not be afraid…do not be alarmed….
I just want to say hello…I won’t cause you any harm.
I tell them not to worry…that I will soon be on my way…
I hope that they are happy and to have a wonderful day.
Of course at first they ran away…back into the bushes, the grasses…the woods.
I wasn’t sure if they heard me…or if the did…they understood.
But lately they’ve stopped running…they don’t find me so offending…
I think, perhaps, my words and thoughts they might be comprehending…
Or perhaps it’s nothing more than simply rabbit curiosity
I can’t be sure because, no matter how much I talk to them…
they have yet to talk to me.
But now that I have their attention…
I let them know they are welcome to talk to me too…
that they can take their time…that I’ll be listening when they do.
These rabbits are the first connection I’m trying to make…
on them many of my hopes and dreams are clinging….
because if this experiment works…who knows…
perhaps…
one day…
I’ll hear the songs the stars are singing.
When I am alone; I am not alone.
No one is ever alone but, sharing solitude,
with nature my soul soars.
Tiny bunnies hopping in my yard and
Garden in the spring;
Day lilies presenting heads of orange and
Parrot tulips galore.
Rainbow colors sway in the
Breeze and tea roses birthing buds of
Scarlet, pink, yellow, mauve and white,
Dot my fence with splashes of
bold electric color.
New house sparrows, doves, robins and
Cardinals will hatch and sing;
I love watching them learn to fly.
They remind me of the struggle of
Learning to walk;
Precious moments where I enjoy bliss.
There's one thing I've noticed about rabbits
And that's their very prolific habits
Their birth rate they could reduce
Should Brer Hare Cease to seduce
And banned from places Miz Hare inhabits
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Due to their very prolific habits
My property is teeming with rabbits
There are cotton tails galore
So many I can't keep score
'Tis a disgrace the way they cohabits
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in Carol Brown's "Bunny Rabbits" Contest - February 2012
Renee’s rabbits rowdily romped and ran round the room.
family, nature, word play,
RABBIT DENS!
Rabbit dens dug deep
Hides the family inside
From red fox entry!
RABBIT STEW POT
Rabbits foot luck charm
From unlucky rabbit kills
As he stews in pot!
"Rabbits"
down the rabbit hole
we go
looking
for what, we are yet
to find and fully know
love leads us through
we look back for a little while
we observe shadow’s sad reflections
calling out to us
in the setting sun
we turn away, face forward,
we've just begun
we are at the intersection
and the Pooka
whispers -
"there’s no place like home"
"there's no place like home"
"there's no place like home"
time pulls us in, it runs
like a rabbit, fast
that ridiculous rabbit runs
breeds
urgency
a trite necessity
we’ve now opened emerald gates
our journey rumbles us
into the bejewelled jungle
familiars give us trouble
we fall in love fast
we bleed and stumble
we get up again
along the road
we grow,
we try for a while
to be sensible,
we try to be humble
humour winks,
and warns
invisible
rabbits
are trouble
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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With magnetic fascination
akin to domestication
I connect with Ms. Rabbit’s dawn.
Four babies she’s laid in my lawn.
Provoked by supernal emotion
stirred by a sense of procreation
I cancel lawn fertilizer.
Grass cutter? I will advise her.
Unparalleled admiration
drives my kids to affirmation.
They promise to protect new pets
no bikes, baseballs or bayonets.
Deeply compelled, preservation
builds a hutch in exaltation.
Field glasses from my window pane
track nature’s risks: sun, wind and rain.
July 6, 2019
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for contest FINETUNE THIS, A COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier
AFFINITY WITH NATURE
by Line Gauthier
Magnetic fascination
Kin to emancipation
A connection internal
Stirs emotions supernal
Nature is unparalleled
Provokes intoxication
As we feel deeply compelled
To exalt admiration
I believe
In dark matter
Nuns in robes
Making their habits
Deep with in the earth
Running rabbits
Singing of the end
Eat all you can
Matter it will not
Expansion till fully bloated
There will be a resurrection
We all shall become frogs
Making quantum leaps
Until nothing matters
The big bang
Warped inside my mind
I believe
In rabbits and frogs
Soft and furry hopping along,
Eating grass to make them strong,
Little paws with twinkling nose,
Sitting licking tiny toes,
Down their burrows suddenly gone.
Always pulling rabbits
From the bottom of my hat,
Always looking forwards,
Never looking back.
Like to keep you laughing,
Laughing through the night,
Keeps our broken hearts at bay,
Hidden from the light.
more of my poems at: http://labyrinthoflies.com
Rabbits
Resplendent ears and tails,
rodent-like; but unlike
rats or mice, they are loved.
Renowned for Easter, they're
rumored to lay eggs; while
rural hares, their cousins,
routinely grace menus.
(Pleiades)
4/15/2021
Pleiades R Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman