Hermits' hid in velvet shoes.
Nervy creature.
Out of sight and far from mind.
Nibbling buttercups and daisies.
Making chains around his neck.
He would if he could.

He lives on the hill in a crooked house.
A little bit rickety.
Just like his knees.
Ankles not much better.
His teeth are extended.

Walks up the path in a grubby old sweater.
Patches of mange.
A sweater made of holes.
A path made of crumbled stones and broken rocks.
They flick in his shoes and get stuck in his socks.
Well they hurt his feet.
This rabbit's foot's  not lucky.
Doesn't like people much.
Homeward bound.
Heads to the hutch.

Has pet rabbits,
A family of.
He adores them.
Soft and fluffy.
He opens the hutch.
Piled up leaves of dandelion.
Hops in and snuggles up with his wife.

His boy came down the garden.
Put in the food and water.
Picked up my  one of my kittens,
He's stroking my daughter.
He's the only human, kind.
He doesn't like people generally.
No time for them at all.
(c)Livvi