The Bunny

  • The Bunny

    In a field of green
    Where flowers bloom
    A Bunny hops,
    To its own tune

    She Prances happily
    With her small cotton tail
    Wiggling gently
    Playful and happy

    But soon she stops
    As her whiskers twitch
    Her nose going up
    With one big sniff

    She follows the smell
    To a leafy snack
    Taking a nibble
    Enjoying every bit

    Then once again
    Off Prancing Happily she goes
    In that field of green
    Where the flowers bloom


    February 6th, 2024 | Matty Angel | 1 Comment |

About The Author

Matty is a 37 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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  • Vic 02.06.2024

    Cute!

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