Children’s story poem

There is a rabbit who is afraid of outside,

In the meadows where there’s no place to hide,

In a bush near by, a flash of red flows sly, 

followed all too closely,

by a pair of green eyes,

And to the rabbits dismay,

his hiding place has decayed,

Since the last cold may,

When the evil swept in.

The rabbit finds himself thinking “when?”

“Will the cold earth come creeping in?”

There’s a knock at his door, but to answer? Unsure.

Shakes him right to his core,

So he can’t stand up straight.

But he’s all too polite so he turned on the light, and he opened the door, and oh dear here’s a fright..

It’s his death at the step, standing high and erect, asking “pay off your debt?” With his soul sinking deep.

Mr rabbits a sinner, so the fox gets a dinner,

And now who is the winner? For this strange game we play. 

The cycle of life is an unstopping fright, so when you turn out the light, say a prayer before you lay.