Rabbit and Bird

Flutter, flutter, gently on the branch,
Chirp chirp, the bird leaves for France.

Branches swinging long and extended.
Winding through the swaying river,
The rabbit hopped and descended.

She keeps going but receives a shiver,
Under the sliver, she stops to reconsider.

Upward she looks, to see the bird leave her.
It is now that the rabbit becomes a disbeliever.

The tree grieves, chills and fever.
She lives in a world of make-believe
In which the bird had always 
...
deceived her.