DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



made me sad to think his little happy life has ended 



yet he was only a half-grown bunny, nothing more 



to whom death had come 



too soon it seemed. Wild, 



doubtless a few more 



months would have 



brought his life to an 



end, the pounce of 



spaniel amongst the bushes, 



a beater's shout, a loud report, and one more 

 bunny to add to the couples in the bag, 

 and none would have regretted him. But 

 now now on this April morning, when 

 all the buds are bursting and springtime, 

 real spring, is everywhere I do not like 

 his death ; a death in spring. Why should it 



snatch him thus away ? 



and not him alone 



and I am more sad 



until I remember, 



to-morrow is Easter- 



Day ! 



