Rabbits returning home at evening time,

I love watching this new found love of mine.

Digging burrows for a safe haven to live,

Burrowing bunkers here and there deep.

I often admire their fast running pace,

How did they lose in that turtle race?

Does overconfidence really suit them?

Or do fairy tales lie just the same?

I want to have rabbits as my pets one day.

But I like dad’s ideology in some way;

We don’t live among animals anytime soon,

They should be left in harmony too.

Carrots I buy every once a week,

Go near the forest and rabbits I seek.

They wait for me with eager eyes,

Wait for their little orange surprise!

Bugs bunny cartoon I recollect from past,

My favorite till day in memory it lasts.

The year is 1942, war is an inevitable future.

But there are things to learn from nature.