The Bunny
Soft, caramel-coloured paws,
Creamy, velvet underbelly,
Hoppity hop, hoppity hop.
Two ears appear,
Then the top of the head.
Eyes peeping over
The plant pot,
Hoppity hop, hoppity hop.
Bob-tail flashes white
Between the bushes,
Hoppity hop, hoppity hop.
A hole in the greenhouse.
A giant bounce- THUD!
Munch, crunch for lunch.
All the baby lettuces…
Hoppity hop, hoppity hop.
Later, a cheeky little bunny
Lies upon the lawn,
Lengthening in the sunshine,
Stretching out her paws.
A snooze, a warming rest,
All peaceful and contented,
Until the sun leaves the garden
And wakefulness recommences.
Up she pops, whiskers first,
Then nose and ears appear.
Back on her paws, into the house,
Through the open door…
Hoppity hop, hoppity hop.
Copyright Emily Joshua
It is as cold as the tomb
When its thick white blanket
Shrouds the now dormant earth
Pristine and pure
Muffling sound
Making us the living dead.
Up above sparkle the icy heavens
Sending down the deathly
Pallor of the moon.
Downturned knives of icicles
Stand guard over windows
Frosted with runic designs.
Resurrection from this suspended
State of animation
Recommences with the thaw
When the icy daggers drip
Reproclaiming the essence of life.
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