He showed up three months ago
and still hasn't left. Brown
with a white band that circles
his shoulders. He -- or she --
(how would we know?) spends
his days in our front yard,
usually under a shrub, sometimes
hopping into the woods, other
times lying flat on the grass.
He has helped himself to my
beans, but apparently is not
a carrot connoisseur. He is
the anti-Bug Bunny, with
no wise-guy tendencies and
not a mean bone in his cotton-tailed
body. How and why he got here
remains -- as they say -- a mystery.
Theories abound: best guess is
he saw his cage door open and,
like Huck, lit out for the territory.
Anyway, there he is. He'll let
you get about three feet close
before he hops a way.
I call him Harvey.
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Just when it's time to write another poem, Harvey hops into your life! What a charmed life you lead. :-) I enjoyed the references to Bugs Bunny and Huck Finn. In Harrisburg we had a Dutch rabbit who enjoyed hopping around our yard. He'd also leave the yard and come back, till one day he didn't come back. I'd like to think he found a friend like you, but I doubt it.
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