They hopped and jumped,
Through meadow green,
At dusk it was a pleasant scene,
Staying close to thick hedgerow,
A rabbit haven,
Mum in tow,
There beneath the evening sky,
They stayed alert with beady eye,
For predators that watched to seek,
Those little rabbits,
Mild and meek,
Rarely seen,
Throughout the day,
This was their time,
To run and play,
And when it's over,
They will lay,
In their burrows warm.
Jayne Louise Davies
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