The Rabbit Poem by James Casey

The Rabbit

We live in a place called Rabbit Hill
Living here isn't exactly a thrill

Day after day we continually search
Looking and looking going berserk

Let's find a rabbit and make it run
For chasing a hare is a bunch of fun.

I'd shoot off it's head.
And then it'd be dead.

My garden's a mess, these thieves of the night
They take all the best, leave nothing but blight

Forget about my needs, you hellions that steal
Your worse than the weeds, But soon you wont feel.

A grave in the ground.
Is where you are bound

What's that you say there's truth to be told
All the wrong doings by others so bold

No rabbit at all? , One says with a smirk
Now I'm to guess who left me a jerk

Then the varmints show, Two little pups,
With leashes in tow, Tails wagging in trust

Start in to dig in my garden once big
Now is the time to end up this gig

I shoo them away, those two little mutts
And beg of the rabbit forgive me he must

Jim 2009