A BABY RABBIT

 

TERRIFIED AND FRIGHTENED AS HE LAY ON THE GROUND, CAR'S RUSHING BY

MADE THE MOST FRIGHTENING SOUND;

TREMBLING AND STRUGGLING TO REACH THE PATH, NO ONE WOULD STOP,

THEY WERE GOING TOO FAST;

 

I STOPPED MY CAR WHERE THE RABBIT LAY IN THE STREET, SO FRIGHTENED

HE WAS AT THE SOUND OF MY FEET;

I PICKED HIM UP AS CAR'S RUSHED BY, HE MADE NOT A SOUND, NOT EVEN

TO CRY;

 

HE WAS SO SOFT AND WARM AND TREMBLED WITH FRIGHT, I FELT SO

HELPLESS FOR THIS LITTLE MITE;

I LAY HIM ON THE SOFT GREEN GRASS, AS THOSE IN THEIR CAR'S WENT

RUSHING PAST,

HIS FRIENDS STOOD CLOSE BY, NOT MAKING A SOUND, AS I KNELT

BY HIS SIDE ON THAT DEW COVERED GROUND;

 

KNEELING BESIDE HIM I SAID A PRAYER, TO SHOW GOD OUR FATHER

THAT SOME OF US CARE,

I KNELT BESIDE HIM UNTIL HE WENT TO SLEEP, FOR THERE'S A PLACE

IN HEAVEN, WHERE GOD, HIS RABBITS DO KEEP;

HE'S RUNNING NOW, WHERE HE CAN FEEL FREE, ITS A PLACE

WE CALL HEAVEN – IT’S FOR HIM, YOU, AND ME.

 

BY IAN HUDSON

 

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