Unsuspecting, they come out to play,
I stalk them silently, yet they run away,
I could chase if I wanted, but not today.
Gently nibbling the grass at their feet,
Noses twitching, enjoying the heat
Of an autumn evening, Summer complete.
Young and old, they hop and they run,
In and out of bushes, having such fun,
Safe in their burrows when the day is done.
I see them lingering every day,
I’d love to chase and join in their play,
But I’m tired and old now, so not today.