Once, a little rabbit stuck her nose into the air

She bounced and huffed around, screaming “it’s not really fair!“

She trundled through the grass with a rage that wouldn’t settle

At home, her weary mother relaxed, turned on the kettle

“How can I deal with such an attitude?” She thought

“How can I make her see, what the reaction is she’s brought?”

The little rabbit sniffed the afternoon sun with a smile

Her bad mood had succumbed to joy after a while

She was all alone with nature and it had calmed her down

Alas, her mother was shaken, face not shifting from its frown

She was scared that her daughter was alone in the wide world

She was scared that foxes may have seen her and unfurled

But the little one was carefree and hopping way back home

She was sorry, and intended to make it known

For she knew her mother didn’t deserve a difficult time

Relief washed through her as she saw her child safe and sound

Her ears pricked up and with a beam she moved round

“Forgive me,” she said “I was rude and shouldn’t have been,”

The old mother beamed and pulled her close, the apologetic teen.