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.



