A rabbit scuts across the sward
as the day draws in to evening
and the lengthening shadows hide
his companions nibbling side by side.
A sound as if of wind or water can be heard
since all is still it’s kind of weird.
I take a sip of well-chilled ale
and a pull upon my pipe,
which causes me to cough;
this almost drives the rabbits off.
But they resume their supper soon
because in this little world there’s room
for all of us to be festooned in summer.