Briars
Kelly Dopp

A vexed little vixen circles ‘round a rosy brush.
Inside a little rabbit hides, trying to be hush,
but the playful little paws long to hold the bunny bare,
to rub the bunny belly, to lick the tail of hare.

Little vixen hints and pleads with foxy words of ease.
Hidden rabbit tries to flee ‘cause she's such a deadly tease,
but he's stuck in his brush under thorns and rose galore,
and the vixen sits and pouts, not much slyness anymore.

O feisty little fox, the rabbit knows you're there,
and the rabbit wants to hide ‘cause a rabbit always cares.