Hey all! I’m back with my next couple of nonets, titled “The Rabbit’s Feast”.Enjoy!

The rabbit sits nibbling his berries,
Devouring his favorite food,
A furball in the forest,
Not unmindful of threats,
Lurking predators
Waiting to prey,
The quiet
In the
Air,
When
Disturbed,
He shall know;
Take to his heels
Before he greets death,
Becomes a small dainty
For leopards,cheetahs,lions,
Would those berries cause him regret
If caught cold,and becomes feast himself?

-The Forgers of Fantasy

For more such poems,refer The Forgers of Fantasy