Gayle Sweeney (May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)
While raking the old garden to make room
For spring green sprouts he heard a sudden yelp.
On the ground he couldn't see a thing doomed
But there had been a distressed cry for help.
Then lifting a pile of grass all sun dried
He saw some baby bunnies were hidden -
A new born bunch! - snuggling, to his surprise
So far from any storms the sky could send!
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