THE BABY RABBITS ON THE LAWN
They peaked up through the blades of greenery
surveying unmowed lawn with cautious thought
not certain of the world their eyes could see
but fearing more the world of what is not;

they kick their clumsy feet behind their tail
their backsides jump in comic hurried gate
then all the sudden--motion seems to fail
and like a furried statue--they just wait;

a flash of light reflects from nervous eyes
brought on by just a sound of false alarm
then they are gone before I realize
into the brush where home is soft and warm.

their cotton tails all frantic as they run
would sure bring on a smile to anyone.
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