Rabbit

The rabbit bounds about the lawn.

She nibbles at clover here and there.

Slowly making her way back to her babies.

They embrace each-other in their hole,

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Hop.

Momma comes back home to her children.

Their bulging eyes are wide open.

Little bodies shiver and shake.

Yet the furry brown monsters know when mom is near,

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Hop.

Mom is winded but children are content.

She brings them out to run around.

With a leap their small legs start.

These petite creatures are full of energy,

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Hippity

Hippity

Hop.

The rabbit is made to please.

Every Easter it comes to delight children.

Mamma’s babies are like a living toy to her.

Rabbit’s are beautiful animals of grace,

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Hop.

Mom rabbit is pleased with herself.

She has no need to lose weight.

Her children are perfect gifts from heaven,

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Hippity

Hippity

Hop.

-Bella D.   2011-12-14