A Rabbit

A rabbit is forever ready to run;
its shoe like ears shovel up sounds from the air
and scan for the sound of a man with a gun
or the foxes and badgers and owls that it fears.

 

With its nose ever nodding, it sniffs out a sign;
it can tell with a smell if you're friend or you're foe;
sniffs the earth and the air and from them it divines
if its safe or there's danger , it stays or it goes.

 

Or it stops what its doing and looks left and right;
it moves with a twitch like the tick of a clock.
Theres always some danger; something out of sight.
"Whats that over there? It might be a fox".

 

And its body's hunched up like a cannonball is;
both its little back legs just like lightning, bound
so that at the first sign of a fox it can whizz
right back home to its burrow thats safe underground.