Dust Bunny Camping
by Sean D Rasmussen
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
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The dust bunnies went camping with me last week,
in a place that I know of near a clear cool creek.
We started out that morning and hiked past the trees,
singing and playing in the cool winter breeze.
They played with the squirrels in a game of squirrel tag,
offered it peanuts from out of a bag.
As they hiked they sang bunny songs,
dancing and playing as they marched along.
They got to explore the camping place,
with looks of wonder on every bunny face.
They saw the leaves of orange, red and yellow,
and saw the tracks of racoons and armadillo.
They all helped putting up the tents,
and then had a snack of bunny trail mix.
They looked around and found new things,
petrified wood, and a feather from a birds wing.
They looked across the stream and saw a grown deer,
and all were exited to see it so near.
They watched it take a sip from the stream,
and disappear in the forest as silent as a dream.
The sun was setting so we made a small fire,
and sat around it singing songs for a while.
Roasting marshmallows and making treats,
watching the sunset as we eat.
Soon all went inside their little tents,
tired little bunnies, their energy all spent.
They giggled and played until they went to sleep,
listining to the sounds of the water in the creek.
The next day it was time to break camp,
I fed them all breakfast and turned out the lamp.
As we cleaned the campsite, I saw them all look
and wave to the deer that they saw at the brook