Hare. Hare. Please don’t stare
As you peer outside your lair.
I bring you no harm,
There’s no need for alarm.
Still as could be, his ears perked high.
And I wondered what it may imply.
A step closer I went.
His nose wiggled with scent.
Then in the blink of an eye,
this indeed is no lie,
he was gone.
At the hole he went down
there was a shinny gold crown
and a note he had left for me.
“Strive boldly with glee,
Embrace who you’re about to be.
Always keep friends with yourself.
And you will discover,
that your story will be filled with happiness,
overflowing your shelf.
The crown that I left
will never be bereft
of the beauty and uniqueness
of the person that’s you, beneath it.”