Wild Rabbit Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
Wild Rabbit
The little wild rabbit
Lives in my shop.
Every day I feed her
And care for her
With tender touch
Like a father.
Every day.
She stands on delicate legs
High and streched
At my feet
And takes special treats
From my fingers.
Every day I try to touch her
And she evades my hand.
I wonder
Every day
What it would feel like
To pet that rabbit.
Jim another penned picture which leaves us wanting some more. Here's hoping the hopping results in a petting. Beautifully told. Fay.
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4/26/2024 4:10:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love how the simplicity of your words conveys so much internal emotion... I too wonder how it would feel to pet that rabbit. {: -)