Just beneath the old rosemary bush
I spied a cowering white rabbit
that explained why the grass over there
was shorter than it was my habit
to cut the lawn
I looked from my window the next day
to find there again was the bunny.
He was sitting washing his whiskers
just as it started to get sunny,
just after dawn.
How did he get there? Under the fence?
Where had he come from? I did not know
but I wanted him out my garden
I needed my young flowers to grow
much bigger yet.
Armed with my big fishing net I went
I would catch him with it, I felt sure,
but instead of catching the bunny
I fell into my pond from the shore,
and I got wet!