Sniffing the red Roses
To reach the red roses he had to stand on tippy toes.
He was sniffing their fragrance with his delicate nose.
We had never seem a bunny do this before in the meadow.
This fuzzy hair was a darling photogenic little fellow
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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