"Shoo's Song" Memories of Shoo, memories of me, lying near the young apple tree. Memories of stars shining bright in the sky, one we called "ours", my Shoo-Fly and I. Memories of a time, so precious spent. Memories of wonder and knowing content. Memories of days and of nights now gone by. Memories of the cottontail we called "Shoo-Fly". I first saw him sitting near the evergreen trees... where I first saw him and he saw me. A bunny so small as alone as could be, this was the beginning of Shoo and me. Greens I'd leave and a rabbit treat and he soon came running at the sound of my feet. And when I'd call, whether night or day, he'd be there, never too far away. As summer moved on our friendship grew, I looked forward daily to seeing my Shoo. And nary a summer night went by that didn't find me sitting with my precious Shoo-Fly. When winter came and the cold winds blew, I'd don coat and gloves to be with my Shoo. A path through the snow to the young apple tree was made for the friendship between Shoo and me. Apples we shared and moments of gold, Shoo and I huddled deep in the cold. We'd look at our star in the crisp winter night and think of time coming; of springtime's first light. And then it happened! Almost before we knew! Flowers bloomed for me and my Shoo! Having made it through long winter now past, Shoo and I again, at last, sat in the warmth of the May evening breeze. Together we sat near the young apple tree. A song I'd sing for him and he would look up with soft brown eyes at me and in those eyes an expectancy, and trust in love, Shoo and me. A world we shared of treats and stars, this was the world that we called "ours". A world of beauty. A world of grace. A world I saw when I looked in his face.    Please click "next" to go to the next page of the poem.