Charles spotted the rabbit his father pointed to and lifted his gun to aim again. His eyes followed the rabbit's slow loping movements and he knew he could hit it so long as the creature didn't dart. As he was squeezing the trigger his father said the word "romantic." Charles's shoulder flinched.
He watched the rabbit speed off. At least it was now missing part of an ear.
"I suppose, depending on the interpretation, that it could be of a romantic nature," Charles said, looking at his father once more. He considered the lines in his mind carefully. Truthfully the poem was about what a wonderful friend Abigail was to him, though he could see some discerning eyes (such as those of his mother) finding the lines to express subtle romantic connotations. Let them, he thought, then smiled, half hoping Abigail wouldn't share the poem with anyone.