Rabbit hops
in the garden,
pauses to nibble
the new plant greens.
Rabbit dashes
across the patio,
hoping he
won't be seen.

     My rabbit has a very busy life.  He is always moving quickly.  If I don't pause to watch him, I miss seeing him.  When you look outside your window, what do you see?  Can you write a poem about the view from your window?