• kartik1914 5w


    Brown bunny sites inside his burrow
    Till everything is still,
    Then out he slips along the furrow,
    Or up the grassy hill.
    He nibbles all about the bushes,
    Or sits to wash his face,
    But at a sound he stamps, and rushes
    At a surprising pace.
    You see some little streaks and flashes,
    A last sharp twink of white,
    And down his hidy-hole he dashes
    And disappears from sight.