A hare peeked out from the edge of the wood,
Just a hop, skip, and jump from the spot where I stood.
Her expression was cautious, her eyes opened wide.
I stood very still, crouched, and attempted to hide.
Among harebells of blue, purple, and white,
The rabbit's nose twitched in the soft evening light.
The whippoorwills sang and the bullfrogs croaked.
Tiny fawns went to forage, quite unprovoked.
The sun just kept sinking, under the ridge.
I knew I must leave, get over the bridge.
But I felt so peaceful, basked in the gloam,
And I thought to myself, I don't want to go home.
Alternate Ending Stanza:
The sun just kept sinking, under the ridge,
Then out of such stillness, I was bitten by a midge!
I slapped my arm, frighting all in the gloam,
And I thought to myself, It's high time I went home.