Morning Stroll

Along the fencerow, surrounded by clover,

I spied a secret while reaching over,

To pluck a stem of Queen Anne’s lace;

I spotted a clever little space

Tucked in a hollow behind a post,

Sprinkled with seeds of dandelion ghosts.

The meadow smelled sweet, of wildflower honeys,

As I knelt in delight—a nest of bunnies!