Shadow Rabbit
My brother knows a thousand clever tricks;
Although, its true I haven’t seen them all.
One day when I was only five or six
He made a little rabbit on the wall.
The rabbit was a shadow of his hands,
But seemed so real the way he made it hop,
And made it burrow in the shadow sands.
I didn’t want the shadow play to stop.
But now the shadow rabbit’s gone away;
There’s nothing but the paper on the wall.
I ask my brother where he went to play,
And if the rabbit misses me at all.
My brother smiles as he turns on the light,
“I’ll teach you how to bring him back tonight.”