Baby Rabbit

• Lia Rolstone, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2017

Skin that felt like velvet
He could lay in your hand
But he was laying in hay
The day his mother ran away
Only 2 days old
Fresh out of the mould
Crying and
Oh why did he pass
Under the green palm tree
He's resting in peace
I say hello to him in the morning
But he dose'nt reply so i say good bye
AND HIS NAME WAS ORANGE