My "Turbo"

I placed my hand to little Turbo
Watching my eyes while I say "hello"
Stretching its feet, trying to grip
Held by my palm, this baby rabbit. I love my Turbo given as a gift
Doesn't do anything but sniff
And waits for my call, "my Turbo"
Then runs to the hole like a torpedo.

by Leilani C. Tacadena

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