Monday, April 27, 2009

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

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