Rabbits   Nestled in the snug crop, With a view to rival Zeus's throne, The Severn a stones throw away, The levels lay down below. Rowan loved it here, The weather did not spoil it, Dark and impending bearers sat on the horizon, Bearers of deluge waiting. As he munched on a raw carrot, The first spots were felt, But this turned into a downpour, "Run," yelled one. The rain was now stinging, It matted his fur, Trickled down into his eyes, Becoming blinding. He darted round a bush, Into a nearby wood, Sheltered now, From the curtains of water. Sat against a tree, Whilst others played, He heard a clap, And thumped his foot on the floor. Alerting his friends, They pushed on, Until the rain stopped, And peace reined. The sun out now, His sleek grey figure looked out, Again admiring the view, The reappearing sun glinting off his eye.     Back