On a day
that’s cold and white
When winter’s
in full swing
There is a
vision, quite the sight
While birds
fly on the wing.
It is a
fluffy little rabbit
Who eats the
seeds below
And this is
now quite the habit
While fatter
he does grow.
And yes the
birds seem well undone
That all the
seeds aren’t theirs
For rabbit
edges on their fun
And seems quite
unawares
That all
this food is not for him
It’s meant
for aviary dining
But they as
well are not so slim
And should clearly
stop their whining.
There is plenty
there for one and all
Even Squirrel
has nimbly eaten
By feats
that amuse and quite enthrall
For he will
not be beaten.
So there we
have our little clutch
Of those who
share this hill
And this pleases
me yes very much
From where I
sit quite still.
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