Bunniies In The My Garden Poem by David McLansky

This uncertain world that we inhabit
Has the staying power of a rabbit
Who poses perfect in a shade
With nervous sniffing in the glade.

And just when we have her picture framed,
Reveals her tension and the strain
And bolts across the forest floor,
And then is gone and seen no more;

Yes we had that perfect time,
(Were we not clever exchanging rhymes?)
But the wind did stiffen and stirred a breeze,
And off you scampered amid the trees