knowing your rabbit's habits

 
There he was on the edge of the road about five feet away.   I saw that busy little rabbit today.  I heard about his curious and playful escapades, and so I said hello as I drove by.   He was a sweet little thing, I thought, as he went about his industry intriguing me.  I pulled in the drive, and then I parked and came inside.

A few minutes later, looking out the kitchen window, I saw him again.  He goes rambling through the grass and then shuffled off hurriedly behind the flower bed.   He was on his way to somewhere very important, I was sure of it.    He saw me, I know he did.   And I shouldn’t think it was a coincidence given the chance of the good listener that I am, because I am that.   I think the next time I see him I’ll invite him in for tea roses.  Then maybe he’ll tell me a story.

Botanical illustration; Beatrix Potter