Rabbits the wild rabbits
Beautiful rabbits in shrubs
Mini forests, gracing lands
They enjoys the life cycle
Perception and sensibility high.
Rabbits covered with grayish fur
Highly sensitive to dangers
But poor creatures, eating grass
And leaves of Tubers available.
Rabbits closely observes the sun
In the morning and evening sunshine
The enjoyment of nature may be
In perfect, and straight look to sun
May be the gratitude, they shows.
Sometimes in deep meditation, it feels.
Rabbits, the beautiful wild ones
Missing from the habitat for ever
May be human intervention, and killing.
For meat, they are hunted world over.
Rabbits domesticated rabbits
They are plenty and grown in homes
But rabbits in wild are more beautiful
Their group meditation, good grace nice.
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