A strange soul
Comes at dawn
To claim his spot
On my lawn.
He lays and sleeps—
Such little stray.
Then at daylight,
Hops away.
But first he eats
His breakfast there,
Where, chewing grass,
He sumptuously fair.
Then goes along
His merry way,
But then returns
Come end of day.
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How I like to have such a rabbit coming on regular visits to my garden! We don't have wild rabbits here in this part of the country, instead we have plenty of squirrels hopping here and there and climbing up and down the trees! How these small creatures delight us! A cute little poem!