I saw you through my window,
I looked down from above.
I saw you spring in freedom
without a thought to wolfish eyes.With practiced hop and little effort,
you left the ground and settled,
for not too long a stay,
so sweetly in my daisy pot.You must have known your
errand well, precisely planned,
your sprite decision made, for
too soon you moved away.I would have lingered to watch
your travels across my garden plot,
but to my own I had to move,
and not nearly with such grace.
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Author’s Note:
The rabbits love my garden, and I them. ❤
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