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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Look Out Rabbits
There's an old dog in my neighborhood
he runs quite fast and runs when he should
And every evening about sundown
he starts to barking when he smells the ground
He chases that rabbit through the brambles and brairs
through the tall, green grass and fences of bob wires
Up and over the mountain and across the creek
both he and the rabbit surely can leap
I was standing in the yard listening to the sound
of the barking and commotion when I nearly hit the ground
That poor little rabbit was a sight to see
as it came through the yard hopping constantly
Then came the dog fast as he could run
there wasn't much time but I thought I saw his tongue
Then the tired, little rabbit finally got away
and the old, rabbit dog decided to call it a day
And for all he's worth, he sleeps most of the time
some folks would say "he ain't worth a dime"
But the very next evening he starts over again
with that rabbit's brother, his uncle or best friend
It seems those rabbits surely have him pegged
they could out run him if they were only three legged
But that doesn't stop him, no sir-ree
he was born to run and rabbits is his specialty
And every evening he wakes up and comes alive
look out rabbits, that ain't no jive
Susie Swanson, 2012
Yep you're probably thinking.."She's scraping the bottom of the barrel".. well I'm here to tell you this is TRUE.. Candy is her name and she's my brother's dog.. she runs every evening and sometimes after dark. The other evening I was standing on my porch just listening to her bark when that big rabbit came hopping down across the road that goes by in front of my house.. it was just past my house a little ways and Candy was just behind it.. It's like they made two leaps across that road..
I love to hear her run and bark, even though I feel sorry for the rabbits.. It's a rabbit beagle's nature to run rabbits at a certain time of day.. of course there's those bunny hunters out there that when they turn the dogs lose they hit the ground a running..
Well anyway I hope you enjoy my little version of a country girl's poem . Come Back Ya'll and don't be a stranger...Susie
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I enjoyed this poem, Susie. You captured it really well. I do feel sorry for the bunnies, but you can't stop dogs from being who they are. Nicely done. :-)
ReplyDeleteI hope you have a nice Sunday.
Thank you Daisy, I agree dogs will be dogs..
DeleteI can just see the chase in my mind, Susie. Hope you are enjoying the weekend.
ReplyDeleteThank you, yeah it was a doosey. I'm enjoying this beautiful sunshine and weekend, hope you are as well..Meant to tell you to Daisy to have a nice weekend..
DeleteI think this is wonderful to write about, I used to have a trailer when my husband was alive and kept in on a camp site , it was full of rabbits and every now and then they would be culled.
ReplyDeleteA lady camper there whose husband was a vet used to undo all the traps.
I hate to see rabbits and squirrels being caught.
Well done on an excellent poem.
Yvonne,
Thank you Yvonne, glad you enjoyed it..
DeleteEnjoyed this so much! Daddy had coon dogs, black and tan they were called. Our neighbor used to turn out his beagles and let them chase rabbits in the pine thicket across the road from us. Beagles are sweet little dogs.
ReplyDeleteThey certaintly are..I love to hear them bark.. My brothers used to coon hunt and they'd stay out all night.. times sure have changed in a lot of ways..Thank you for stopping by..
Deleteawww, yeah, I do feel sorry for the rabbits but what fun for your dog. Besides, when the bunnies are eating all my flowers then I don't feel so bad.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tracy, I know what you mean..they'll eat flowers up..the only kind I've found they won't eat is Marigolds.. it may be the smell don't know..
DeleteGreat poem, Susie, and even better since it is true. I need for Candy to come here and scare off some of our rabbits during the summer... A few years ago, they ate all of my Impatiens blooms... We did everything we could that year to get them to stop eating our flowers, but weren't successful. We have not planted Impatiens since--although I love them in the summer.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Betsy
Thanks Betsy, As iwas telling Tracy, those rabbits will clean the flower beds out... I would let you borrow her but I better keep her here and hope she can keep the rabbits on the move.. I love my impatients...lol..
DeleteHi Susie, what a fun poem! Barkley loves to chase the rabbits too. Every once in a while, one will come into our back property and he will take off like a bolt of lightening. Thankfully he has never caught one. I don't know what I would do if he did! Those rabbits always manage to squeeze under the fence somehow just in the knick of time. Have a lovely evening ahead! Delisa :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Delisa, I can just picture it in my mind..Him running those rabbits..lol..
DeleteI think the rabbits and the dogs both enjoy it until someone brings out a shotgun; then it gets a little rough on the rabbit. I DO love fried rabbit, though!
ReplyDeleteI agree George, poor little rabbits..you know I've never eaten a rabbit.. wonder what they taste like..I like squirrels though..eat a lot of them growing up..
DeleteOutstanding Susie Just don;t have the words.
ReplyDeleteThanks,,
DeleteOnce was, we ate rabbit, never liked the taste. But your Candy is enjoying the chase. Good on her. I wonder, does she ever cathch them and bring them home?
ReplyDeleteNo she has never caught one and I hope she doesn't..lol
DeleteThat was cute, Susie! And Lily has been known to try and chase a rabblt... I don't have the heart to tell her she would never be fast enough to catch it in a million years... *haha*
ReplyDeleteI'm glad your Lily runs them too.. She probably won't catch one..they are fast..lol
DeleteSusie,
ReplyDeleteI like this poem a lot. It reminds me of my uncles who used to run foxhounds on Shewbird Mountain and sat around the campfire listening to the dogs bark. That was a big thing back in the good old days.
Thank you Brenda, yes that was the good old days..I remember my Dad and his fox hunting buddies doing that..
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