I spied with my open eye a rabbit.
A wild one.
Brown with black ears.
Was beside the dual carriageway on the pavement.
Indecisive it shall be.
To meet fast trains upon the track.
Bunny please look before you leap.
In front of car or train.
For I shall weep.
More surely than the dawning.
For now is night-time and bunnies play.
And yet somehow a miracle.
They play on verges and near train tracks.
Always and onwards no turning back.
Yet tomorrow I shall come across the bridge.
My funny bunnies still play.
On occasions a rat dashes by my feet.
I don't like wild rats, but the bunnies are real sweet.
(c)LIVVI