I saw a rabbit, with a furry little tale, <br />A cute little fellow, as he consumed my plant, <br />I said scat, but he just stared and ate, <br />Little mouth just twitching, consuming my kale, <br /> <br />He moved from one, then to another, <br />He must be hungry, I thought to myself, <br />It just a plant, he needs it more, <br />Surely he will stop, I thought, as he moved to the other, <br /> <br />A change in diet, he must have had, <br />As he jumped to my radish, not those I screamed, <br />He just looked once more, at my grimacing face, <br />Little nose twitching, my face, it was sad <br /> <br />I could not bring myself, you see, <br />To run him away, from that he needs, <br />He needs the nourishment, I said with a smile, <br />I hope he gets fat, and never comes back to me.<br /><br />B.J. Ayers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-friend-the-rabbit/
