I frequently see a small bunny on my walks,
She’s small and skittish,
Barely visible in the moonlight,
Shrouded by the darkness,
Each time I pass by she darts away,
Never letting me get too close,
But as the weeks go by,
As she sees me everyday,
She has become less fearful,
Now as I pass by she watches,
Before eating going back to eating her clovers,
She no longer runs when I pass,
I’m proud of that little bunny,
So now each time I pass by,
I can’t help but smile