Something wild in the frosty air

This morning, as we took our walk
Across the frosty grass
we came upon a bunny's tracks --
A jumping, zigzag row.

He must have hurried very fast,
along his jerky, winding path
Now, Scout & Angus retrace each hop
before the scent can pass.

I knelt with my camera
And stood there very still,
as the dogs swooshed
across and down the little hill.

Then suddenly I thought I heard
A rustling sound close by;
And there behind the foot of an oak
Shone a bunny’s twinkling eye.