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Rabbits ruined my plants. On high birds sing,

Beneath the sunshine the brooklet still flows,

And fresh rain has sprinkled. The smell of spring

From furrows rises. My heart only knows

How I broke soil and dug, and soaked my skin

With fine dirt and put seeds in, and I brushed

The dust back over each seed. Then, like sin,

Rabbits ate everything. Their nibbling crushed

The shoots by morning, at noon, and my field

Was their night feasting. And I know they sought

More, moving when done with me to a sealed

Garden. They broke in and were there a blot.

The next season I plant let there be sun,

Let birds sing, and let blessing waters run.