Easter

Easter Poem

Shirley Billingsley
Rabbits hopping,
To and fro.
I haven't seen one lay an egg,
You know.

Those hens seem to be the ones
To lay,
Those special eggs,
Every day.

Rabbits - hide under the trees,
Perhaps,
They layed them,
In the weeds.

I looked very closely,
As a rabbit hopped away,
Only to find a baby bunny.
I'll keep that one, if you may.

Published by Shirley Billingsley

Shirley Billingsley lives in rural East Texas  View profile

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