The doves flew slowly to the old elm tree
and there perched on a gnarled limb.
They cooed and preened til they fell asleep
while the setting sun grew dim.
A white chubby rabbit hopped lazily along
towards the cozy shelter of home;
probably humming a happy song
or reciting a soothing poem.
Somewhere a cricket chirped, a bullfrog croaked,
and the stately old owl with great yellow eyes, just stared.
He in his speckled brown suit was cloaked
as he studied the possiblities of E=mc2.
Bass bobbed to the surface for their evening meal,
causing circular ripples to appear.
The ripples grew broader but weaker in zeal
and finally they just disappeared.
The sun walked slowly down the western stairs
til just its crown could be seen,
and at last it sepped out of sight of the players
as night strolled into the scene.