A Bunny Breakfast

Wee Bunny hops
Through the old corn field,
The tall green stalks
Are his only shield,
From prying eyes
Up on the hill...
Coyote searching
For his breakfast kill.
Bunny breakfasts
At the base of one stalk,
Then freezes in place...
Above glides the hawk!!
A blade of grass here,
Some sweet clover there,
Then home to his family
Hops Cousin-to-Hare.

Written: January 14, 2001