Furry Thinking

Good morning, Mr. Rabbit
Sitting there, by the garden
In your salt and pepper coat
What could you be contemplating?
Will she plant again
Those yummy petunias?
Will I misjudge the length
Of that dumb dog's leash?
Or what of the fate of my cousin
Who lost his leg to the lawnmower?
Every single spring
Is a whole new ballgame