I see its velvet ear and crouch so near-
There's its jaw moving up and down to chew.
The whiskers are as clear as a small tear,
His little feet getting wet from the dew.
You can hear the crunch of his tiny lunch,
And how fast-pace but so gentle it is.
And if he stops his munch and starts to hunch,
There are other rabbits that aren't his.
He hops away in the middle of day,
And comes closer to me so I could feel.
He's a cloud, I say-- he's softer than hay!
A velvet cottontail and a soft heel.
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