Rabbit’s eyes are pink,
And they are, I think,
Less to watch with than to wink
With: they are ornamental:
Sight in them is incidental.
All sensation goes
In through rabbit’s ears and nose.
Rabbit runs around
With jump and rebound,
Sniffing every sound,
Listening to the light
Falling on the clover.
Rabbit wants to be afraid:
He delights in fright,
And is soft all over.
He is lovable and white,
Unmistakably was made
Out of man some tenderness to take,
Just for pity’s sake.

From Boundaries