Little Cottontail …
Little cottontail, for so long you were gone,
I missed watching you hop around the hill,
Among sagebrush, peeking from behind rocks,
Your velvety ears twitching, alert to sounds,
Some pleasant, some a warning to hide.
You enhance my little mountain with your cuteness,
Your soft little body, your gentle soul,
You grace my vision with your appearance,
Your antics and your search for something
To nibble on, I set out a treat for you.
A delicious salad of lettuce, spinach,
Shredded carrots and sunflower seeds,
Your eyesight is keen, your button nose twitches,
Cautiously you hop down towards the lawn,
Just there at the edge you eat your supper.
Luna is almost full tonight, she comes out early,
Her silvery light shines upon your table,
And illuminates your fluffy white pom-pom tail,
I sit back on my patio to watch you,
With each bite you look up to say thanks.
Luna turns to gold and darkness grows,
I feel a chill from night air and go inside,
Peeking out the window I see you,
Your supper gone, your tummy full,
A pleasant visit, little cottontail, sweet dreams.
Four years ago a fire destroyed most of the sagebrush, other flora and wild grasses on the hill
behind my home. All the little critters left and my pleasant times of watching them was also gone.
The following year the grasses and squirrels came back, a year later the jack rabbits slowly
started coming back. It was not until this spring, the fourth year, that I finally saw a little
cottontail and my heart filled with joy. I fixed a salad and sat it out for the cute little rabbit. It
took very little time for the cottontail to hop down and eat his supper. I know it will not be long
now before the hill is populated again with more cottontails.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
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