Endsville

Dig, dig, dig into the concealing earth;
This rabbit is creating her new berth.
Tunnels, networking, holes in the dirt —
Sanctuary is a rabbit’s Fine Art.
Within the shadows’s the silent rabbit…
Isolation’s an instinctive habit.
Hop, skip, jump, the rabbit’s in the Hedgerow.
It has a talent; it knows to stay low.
Endsville‘s a place we would all like to see.
A rabbit’s quiet’s what I want for me.