Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Hares Bewares

Four rabbits were out for a hop,
Enjoying a breath of fresh air.
"Does any bunny want to stop?"
Asked one quite horny mister hare.
"Yes." "Yes." "Yes." Came back in reply.
They stopped beneath a maple tree,
A lovely spot to multiply.
"oh, oh - we got some company."
Six hawks stared down and smacked their beaks,
Perched on an overhanging bough.
The rabbits knew hawk havoc wreaks,
So what to do they pondered now.

"Should fleeing be the strategem?"
"Or wait 'til we outnumber them?"