The Morning Rabbits

The coyotes loud howls
alto and tenor in the air
floating just in the morning light

A gibbous moon still hangs
and venus rising appears
as I start my walk

Always I like walking at morn
summer and winter in Tucson
the sagebrush in purple shadow
the saguaros in deep blue in the wash

So quiet, and the cholla
and ocotillo stretch, and
I see rabbits, a surprise
those quick moving cotton-tails.

I pause to turn
toward the vast sandy hill.
A rabbit stops, large dark eyes

Nary a blink, then
a twitching foot
to scratch an ear, then
a leaping run into the brush.

Like the desert itself
beautiful and fleeting
here one moment then changed--
gone.

FIVE LITTLE RABBITS

Five little rabbits
climb through the warren door,
one hops off
then there were four.

Four little rabbits
hop round the mesquite tree,
one jumps away
then there were three.

Three little rabbits
hop in the morning dew,
one nibbles grass
then there were two.

Two  little rabbits
having so much fun
see a wild coyote,
off they run.

One  little rabbit
drinks from the pond, so blue,
he jumps over
to wish
HOPPY EASTER
to you.


     I hope you have a great day.  My husband is making hot cross buns for breakfast and we're eating outside because it is such a lovely day.  Your challenge for today is to write a poem about a rabbit.  Have a hopping good time.  I hope you're surrounded by lots of good eggs.

Tuesday Morning--Writing

This morning as I sit here
my paper and pen idle
on the table.
I watch out my window.
See two rabbits
leaping over one another,
jumping, darting
around the creosote bush
happily dashing into each other
and I pick up my pen to
dash and leap
writing a poem for today.

     What do you see when you look out your window?  Can you write a poem about that today?