The Little Rabbit
The Little Rabbit
A twelve year old rabbit who loves to play around
in the garden, she likes to hop straight through, her
yellowed shape ears was on top of her sweet as
honey head, she loves and adores to sniff the precious
nose on the cornfield grass, the rabbit fell asleep only
at nightfall very peacefully and calm, her name was
Rachel, she's outrageous rabbit, her spirit and soul
was uproariously and breathtakingly, the rabbit who
take a playful journey herself, she hop and hop in her
mysterious path, when the sun was rising up in glazed
and sparkle on the mid day sky, the wizard came to
the rabbit, he pointed his magical wand at her, he said
his own word to her as human form, until the day is
bright, she's wonderful woman to be in there, she hugged
her wizard peacefully, she smiled like a golden sunlight
and sunshine, Rachel cried and cried happy, she always
be the little rabbit after all
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-28-16
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