Eating in the Sun

Here I sit in the green, hungry. The dandelion tastes so sweet and the sun is so bright. I have but moments to chew before the children see me. Can I finish my treat before I get chased around the hill? I hope I do.

Why do they chase me to and fro? Every day I have to run. From man and boy, woman and girl. From dog and cat and even the hawk above. I run and run and hide. slipping down my rabbit hole. Why can't they leave me be and let me just nibble on this dandelion?