Chose To Pose Poem by Ima Ryma

In the forest minding my biz,
I sense somebody moving near.
Going closer I see there is
A pretty lady painting near.
Then she happens to glance my way,
And waves her paintbrush in the air,
Seems like a welcoming display.
And so I just keep sitting there,
Which surprisingly has appeal,
A flattering phenomenon.
Serving good purpose I do feel,
So I sit still while she paints on.

Can't indulge my hopping habit
While posing as a still life rabbit.