Mar 25, 2006


Based on what I've seen from my blog friends, my guess is that I'm preaching to the proverbial choir here, but nonetheless...

Easter Bunny

I remember Easter Sunday
It was colorful and fun
The new life that I'd begun
In my new cage.

I was just a little thing
When they brought me from the store
And they put me on the floor
In my cage.

They would take me out to play
Love and pet me all the time
Then at day's end I would climb
In my cage.

But as days and weeks went by
I saw less of them it seemed
Of their loving touch I dreamed
In my cage.

In the night outside their house
I felt sad and so neglected
Often scared and unprotected
In my cage.

In the dry or rainy weather
Sometimes hotter sometimes colder
I just sat there growing older
In my cage.

The cat and dog raced by me
Playing with each other only
While I sat there feeling lonely
In my cage.

Upon the fresh green grass
Children skipped and laughed all day
I could only watch them play
From my cage.

They used to take me out
And let me scamper in the sun
I no longer get to run
In my cage.

Once a cute and cuddly bunny
Like a little ball of cotton
Now I'm grown up and forgotten
In my cage.

I don't know what went wrong
At the home I did inhabit
I just grew to be a rabbit
In my cage.

But they've brought me to the pound
I was once loved and enjoyed
Now I wait to be destroyed
In my cage.

- Mary Brandolino, In memory of all the bunnies we couldn't save.

Thanks for passing this along, Craft Whore.


Blogger Ashley said...

So sad. Luckily my parents were always smart enough not to listen to my whining for a bunny every easter (or a lamb or a baby chick, for that matter).

Blogger Chris said...

Grr. I'm glad we never got easter bunnies/chicks/ducks whatever - and we even lived on a farm...

What are people thinking when they do that?!


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