The Life of a Bunny

By: Miya Reed

Nose twitching, heart to fill.

The grass full of dew, the sky spread wide,

Yet patience keeps her by the side.

She waits for dawn, for blooms to grow,

Tender leaves, should the earth show.

In quiet hours she learns her fate:

Good things appear when hearts don’t haste.

With gentle trust, she finds her plate,

A feast arrives to those who wait.