Shh, Bunnies Are Sleeping!

Everything in Nature suggests the infinite. ~Henry James Slack, English journalist, activist, and science writer

I

Wondered

Why my new

Plants didn’t seem

To be growing well.

I peeked a bit closer

And saw a nest of babies!

Bunnies tucked into each other,

Fast asleep in my whiskey barrel.

Eating my snapdragons and my dahlia.

 

What was their mother thinking, I wondered,

As I stood and watched them slowly stir.

Didn’t she smell my Monkey dog

And know he’d be after her

And those babies as soon

As they vaulted free

From their cocoon?

Another

Problem.

Sigh.

Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree.

Bunnies Times Two

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.

Like Rabbits

There is much in the world to make us afraid.  There is much more in our faith to make us unafraid.  ~Frederick W. Cropp, Presbyterian pastor, United States

bunny_yard

On edge.
Alert.
Waiting for
The other shoe to drop.
We tiptoe through Life
Like rabbits.
Afraid
Of what hides in the dark
Or what’s right before us.
Saturated with bad news —
Stormy weather,
Senseless shootings,
Poverty, and disease.
Who put us in charge?
Much remains outside
Our control.
We do the best we can
With what we can
For as long as we can
And leave the rest
To a Higher Power.
Trembling but trusting
Like the rabbits do.