Three bunnies cavorting in the play yard
Flip turns they do in air
Two woodchucks nibble nearby
Stopping now and again to look
A big crow flies in, stalks close
Enough to interrupt there dinner hour
Each chooses his favorite morsel
And goes his merry way
For sure they will all return another day.
I watch, trying not to miss a move
To spy upon their dinning
To take of note of their menu
They do not leave me a tip
For God has spread their table.