The rabbit twitched, he'd heard the noise.
The sound was there, the rabbit stood poised.
The sound got closer and closer still
"What was that noise and could it kill?"
But the rabbit was comforted by the thought,
"It's just a toy those humans have bought."
But a second later when a horrid sting came,
The rabbit was forced to think again.
The pain was intense and the horror real,
"What is this pain and will my wound heal?"
He'd noticed the wound just seconds before,
It was on his leg just above the paw.
Then the rabbit went still for he was dead,
The ground about now stained bright red.
His death had come from the end of a gun,
Shot by a kid just having some fun.