Pronking through the monsoon weeds
You chase th’ elusive bunny rabbit
When you get up near its tail
You hope to reach out jaws and grab it.
Clenching teeth on empty air
Silly puff ball zags and zigs
You forge ahead two feet from ground
But through the fence it gladly jigs
Maybe someday soon you'll catch
That jiggy bunny in your jaws
But somehow you are more inclined
To hug and lick what's in your paws.
©2022 by H. Linn Murphy
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