This charity now
from a bored wolf
gorged on habit
unmoved by thy flaunt and flight

little rabbit
it is of no track
nor concern to hunt thee-
even thy tears, dear rabbit
are only tasted when pranced about

And always;

Always, of the 'morrow
at pitiable pace and slack
of silent bark and jowl
gnaws the trap 'round thy leg
fitful of thy freedom, lo rabbit
'ware this bored wolf of habit