Sour Bunnies (poetry)

Critters have their good years
Some years they have it bad.
The deer sometimes run everywhere,
some years, one cannot be had.

This year, it’s a billion bunnys
boundin’ thru the grass.
A zillion coyotes couldn’t eat
the blooming, bunny biomass.

The county side can’t feed ‘em.
I tell ya’, it ain’t funny.
There’s not a trail out there to ride,
where there ain’t a dead and sour bunny.

R. W. “Doc” Boyle
©  06/22/2020

One of my “Latigo Lines.” ©

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