Poetry

White Rabbit

By Wallace - 3 May 08

I spied a white rabbit, pure as the snow
Running through the field
Running through the grass
Stopping a moment to lift his head into the air
Sniffing the breeze

I spied a white rabbit and loved him at once
His fur looked so soft and fluffy
He was beautiful, lovely
I wanted to pick him up
To take him home to hug

I spied a white rabbit and snuck up on him
Quietly tiptoeing without a sound
Slowly going one step at a time
So I could grab him and make him mine
Before he scooted off, terrified

I spied a white rabbit, but he didn't see me
He didn't know I even exist
He didn't suspect I was waiting nearby
To scoop him into my arms
Leaving his world far behind

I spied a white rabbit and oh how I tried
To make him my pet
To take the wild creature and tame it
When I touched his fur, though, he bit
His sharp teeth aren't nearly so cute
I guess (now he's dead), I'll be having rabbit soup