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 ITS FOR HIM, YOU, AND ME.
BY IAN HUDSON
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