A poem

Rabbitry.

I wish that I would someday see

a rabbit lovely as a tree

with fur of green and feet of brown

and roots held firmly in the ground.

Her twitchy whiskers and soft fleece

would whisper softly in the breeze.

And where this leafy rabbit strayed

there'd be abundance of cool shade.

From floppy ears to solid root

from lucky feet to juicy fruit,

this animal or vegetable

legend, 'tis inevitable,

would from far draw crowds to see

her photosynthetic herbivory,

her supple pelt, her hardy bark,

her boughs which nest the crow and lark.

And if you did disturb her slumber

Longing for a little lumber

Ere you could deliver a chop,

Off this petite hare would hop.