Rabbits’ Hour
Rabbits are a-bobbing, In the glimmer-shiver dusk, Little shapes that hurry through the gloom; Dim shadows stealing Coming night revealing Grey drapes growing on the heavens loom. Furry feet are running, On the dewy-spangled grass, Bobbing tails midst shadows soft and dim. All night gleaming, Till the sun comes beaming, Up with the young dawn, tender and slim. —2 marks to Cousin Chrissie Ross (14), Maia, Dunedin.
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Southland Times, Issue 22146, 14 October 1933, Page 19
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69Rabbits’ Hour Southland Times, Issue 22146, 14 October 1933, Page 19
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