A rabbit's life is filled with glee,
We hop about on meadows free.
We nibble from the clover patch
I do declare, our life is such
That were I free to choose my fate
No thought I need for it to make:
A rabbit I will ever be!
You seem in doubt. But bear with me
And I will tell of our ways.
So hear how I spend all my days.
I wake at dawn just with the sun,
I stretch and sniff, my day's begun.
I leave my home, at forest's edge,
And take a stroll to a near ledge.
There I raise up, my head held high
And I look east, where in the sky
The sun sends down her warming rays
While down below folk go their ways.
It's hobbits there, that much I know
I love them all, for they will grow
My food for me, in warmth or cold,
And thus I go, I'm feeling bold,
The direct way, down the steep hill
Into the garden by the mill,
Where Miller's wife, bless her kind heart,
Is gath'ring berries for a tart.
And while her back is turned away,
Into her cabbage I do stray.
And as I sit and munch a leaf
I hear a lad that shouts "Thief! Thief!"
So I hop up and look around
When there I see just on the ground
A carrot's green poke through the earth.
So I just give the lad a berth,
A funny boy, red in the face,
Who thinks that he can give me chase.
I leave him back some miles away
And then I go back to my day.
I hop to get my carrot's green,
The carrot too, it can't be seen.
Then when I'm done with helping out
I leave before the miller's shout.
I bet he wanted me to take
More food to bring up to the lake,
Where I now spend the noontime hours
In trees' cool shade among the flowers.
Nibbling on some tasty stalks there
List'ning to my friend the brown hare.
When I tire from his talking
I again start with my walking.
The afternoon I'm with my dear,
Who lives back at the hill, quite near.
We spend the day in joy and jest
Until we both need our rest.
And thus we part at end of day
Just as the sun throws his last ray
On our paths to burrows deep.
To get a well deserved night's sleep.
So as you see, my life is grand
And I do swear as here I stand
A rabbit's life is the best thing.
And most so in the days of spring!
(This poem was an entry to Miss Jadite's Poetry Competition (Spring 2012) )
