Morning Rabbit

Morning Rabbit short poem

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I spied through the window as I sipped morning’s brew
A frisky young rabbit having his morning’s chew
He bounced through our garden, munching on green burrowed roots
Having no ideas or cares, as I donned my tall boots
I snuck from the warmth of my side door unheard
Got up close behind quickly, like a softly winged bird
Then off he was running, my steps close just behind
He turned round a tree with me near at his side
We rounded the tree so fast it made funny
Who’s chasing who, me or the bunny?
He ran over rocks, green grass and a boulder
Only stopping a moment, to look over his shoulder
Under an old truck, sitting bound in tall grass
I thought I had lost him, till he popped out so fast
His fur picked up grease, some old oil from the motor
And the chase was back on, with me back on his quarter
I was just in the grasp, and I took a great lunge
Caught a wisp of his tail, found it slipped like wet sponge
Rabbit spied splits in the fence, quickly through and departed
To catch that oiled rabbit, I’ll sooner get started
Put my boots on quicker, and come out to play
Find that frisky young rabbit, again starting his day

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"Let every word tell; Make every word count!" Those words were spoken by Ed Fike, editor of editorial page of the San Diego union newspaper in 1981, when I took his night school journalism course at San Diego City College. Mr. Fike had a profound influence on the way I approach writing. I believe he had a profound influence on everyone he met. Anyway, I did not pursue a career in journalism, but instead became a tradesman, earning my living with my hands. Writing is my hobby and pastime.
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I like Morning Rabbit. Best poem I’ve read all day.


Very nice poem. Seamless lilt and the joy of chasing a rabbit in the early hours! I loved this poem of this young boy whose grip is not fast enough to hold the lot of a rabbit. Hope poet Jones, pens more.

Shamala Chandran

The rabbit seems to a bundle of joy in that morning…well written…


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