Bunny creeps out and caresses his nose,
Combs out his ears with his fluttering toes,
Blinks at the sun
And commences to run
With a skip and a hop
And a flippety-flop,
Nibbling the clover wherever he goes;
But only when he is quite easy in mind
Does he button his little white tail down behind.
Bunny stops dead and stiffens each hair,
And his eyelids freeze in a terrified stare,
And he pricks up his ears,
For the sound that he hears
Is a low muffled beat
And a drumming of feet
And an ominous rub-a-dub-dubbing — but where?
He’s off like the wind! He’s off like the wind!
And his little white tail is unbuttoned behind.
Categories: All about Hoofbeats & Footprints
Thanks ! He is adorable in all that clover.
What a GORGEOUS capture! 🙂
Thank you so much Joanne ! He actually trusted me enough to go ahead and eat.
What a fantastic shot…..beautiful
Thank you kindly Mark. I actually had to photoshop out a tree. Hate doing that as I’m not all that good at it. But hey, the bunny was worth it!
That’s adorable, great find! 🙂 I love the focus on him with the blurred background. Perfect poem too.
You are so very kind. This bunny was so darling, and in the clover ?! Couldn’t have asked for anything better.
You have a great eye that’s for sure. 🙂