I saw a rabbit, with a furry little tale,
A cute little fellow, as he consumed my plant,
I said scat, but he just stared and ate,
Little mouth just twitching, consuming my kale,
He moved from one, then to another,
He must be hungry, I thought to myself,
It just a plant, he needs it more,
Surely he will stop, I thought, as he moved to the other,
A change in diet, he must have had,
As he jumped to my radish, not those I screamed,
He just looked once more, at my grimacing face,
Little nose twitching, my face, it was sad
I could not bring myself, you see,
To run him away, from that he needs,
He needs the nourishment, I said with a smile,
I hope he gets fat, and never comes back to me.
B.J. Ayers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-friend-the-rabbit/
