TheBirdieSushi
" A rabbit hops on quiet feet,
Through clover fields and dreams half-sweet.
Ears held high, then tucked in tight,
Startled by the smallest sight.
Soft as clouds, yet quick to flee,
Brave in ways you barely see.
Though the world feels big and loud,
Still it hops, still stands out proud.
A small heart racing, with a nose that twitches,
Gentle soul with hidden stitches;
A rabbit will learn when time is right,
That even soft things learn to fight. "