I
Stretch up
To the sky
So I can reach
Something good to eat.
This green thing looks okay.
It’s not what I’d like, but it
Will have to do because I am
So very hungry and I don’t see
Anything else the lady has put out.
It’s raining and I have to wonder why
This lady has a camera on me.
Doesn’t she have anything else
To do with her time than click
At me when I’m hiding
Here beneath this bush,
Trying to stay
Oh so dry
In the
Rain?
Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
Lovely bunnies and your poetry to complement them! It’s always fun to imagine what animals are thinking about us and our world. I followed your link to double etheree and found the form fascinating. All those poetry forms listed on the website. I have to admit, I’d only known of haikus, sonnets and limericks before reading your blog.
You know, Barbara, all those required poetry learning segments in English class didn’t cover the half of it! When I started delving more into the various forms of poetry, I, too, was surprised at the variety. I like to challenge myself to try new forms now and then, just to see if I can write them, ha!
Such a cleverly written poem, Debbie! And the bunny photos you captured are excellent.
Have a terrific weekend, my friend! X
Thank you, Ron — I’m glad you liked them. It’s WINDY here today. Poor Monkey almost blew right off his leash during our walk! xx
Terrific poem and photos Debbie. We don’t have many bunnies here. The coyotes are just too numerous.
I’d miss seeing bunnies, John. They fascinate me, from their little cottony tails to their wiggly noses. And I don’t generally worry about Monkey catching one either!
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Lovely poem and imagining of bunny consciousness.
Thanks, Laurie. I don’t know if bunnies have sufficient brainpower to string coherent thoughts together, but if so, perhaps they’d go something like this?
Yes, I think they would.
😉
Lovely words and images.
Thanks very much, Cindy. I’m glad you stopped to read them … and that you enjoyed them!
Thanks for the smiles with the pics and your words. Cheers to bunnies.
Thanks, Frank — they’re really cute, aren’t they?!
Shhh, don’t tell Monkey! 😀
Oh, don’t worry — he knows when they’re in his yard and is ever eager to give chase!
I have a soft spot for rabbits, particularly wild ones. They just seem so sweet, and also so vulnerable.
I do, too, Ann. Always have. In fact, I’ve long wanted a pet bunny … but with Monkey around, that isn’t happening!
I wish I saw rabbits more often. They certainly provided some delightful photos for you, and a fine poem as well. You probably know that the Japanese see a rabbit in the moon rather than a man. Maybe there’s a Rabbit Muse, too!
I’ve looked for that rabbit in the moon, but you have to be “creative” in your visioning to see it! I wish we saw more bunnies, too. Perhaps having Monkey patrolling the yard keeps them away. At any rate, they’re a welcome sight … unless they’re eating on my flowers, ha!
Lovely poem and pics! Haha, yes, all those poor critters must wonder why humans are always clicking at them!
I guess we’d wonder why, too, if they were clicking at us!!
I love this poem of yours and great clicks even with the bunnies knowing you were there, Debbie! Where was Monkey I wonder? Yorkie suspects Monkey was directing where to click to get evidence of the bunny thieves in his territory.
I’m glad you liked them, TD. Monkey was having a fit, trying to get to the bunnies before I could photograph them. He’s such a hooligan! He and Yorkie are on the same wavelength, though. He, too, think of bunnies as thieves in his territory!