Moose Rabbit Majesty

There really was a Moose Rabbit, much as described. Hung out in our yard most of last Spring, Summer, into the Fall.  Friendly guy. Hasn't been around this year.
(And the pic below doesn't do him justice)


Moose Rabbit Majesty

In his white ticked coat, of dappled rabbit fawn,
I’ll shall let Moose Rabbit work at mowin’ round ma’ overgrowed lawn,
Now he don’t make no one bothered, chewin’ one stalk at a time,
An ‘e don’t make no noise neither, he’s not costin’ me a dime
So if it’s a chore for him, to keep a’ nibblin’-on,
He hasn’t said a word to me,
  He sure don’t seem to mind,

As he pulls a stalk a’ hey, he sets it straight without a bend,
While a phantom penny whistle slides from root white to seed end
With his buck tooth mouth a chewin’, as the latest straw slides in,
Kinda …‘Hoooooo-Weep!’…
  And then it all begins again

Seems a sumthin’ done done sumthin’, bin a nibblin’ too his ears,
Or much more likely, bit, but leavin’ his ears all tore up now in tears,
Maybe they are scars he earned in battle with a predatory foe,
Or in a chivalrous combat for the heart, of his pure betrothed doe,
Which have healed since into these ‘antlers,’
  Of hardened velvet as you see,

Now he’s a fine buck rabbit with antler’d ears tall high and proud,
As he roams and Lords his green domain, to all God’s creatures he’s unbowed,
With a royal air he takes choice pickings of the clover, violet and thistle,
Or which ever sweet dandelion he’ll choose next to bite and chisel,
But dare you never call him a jackalope,
  For he is not that, nope, nope,

Just watch him stride majestic as a bull moose in his marsh,
Through the long green grasses of our lawn, so long unmowed,
Which he enjoys as dewlap high, and by Mother Nature sowed,
As the swamps of blessed New England,
  Lush and verdant ever grow