Three Little Rabbits

Three little rabbits leaping sleek

And fast by the underpass, warm

bodied and fur slicked back still wet

From mother’s tongue. My sweet

babies, she thinks and blinks

Her soft black eyes until she dies

Between steaming hot teeth.

Two little rabbits with plenty to eat

And the grass nibbled neatly, sweetly

to the roots not a blade goes to waste.

Out comes a light in the night oh it’s bright

So now one little rabbit in the grass by the

Underpass. But now she is cold no-one to hold

Or play with. The last little rabbit did I pass

On the bike path with her eyes straight ahead

She’ll be dead no doubt by the morning.