It's not easy being a Bunny when everyone around you is a frog. And the Nic, nack, paddywhack won't give anybody a bone. A bone, there's the image. Solid white memory of a body that used to contain it. It and many others, many others and it. Vitality renewed. Vitality restored. It's not easy being a Bunny when every other demon is alive and well. Correction needed, needing correction. Moulding, shaping, terraforming. Begin the play, enter the actors. Prance and dance around the stage like jumping Minotaurs erected around the stable. A vocal chord erupts. A sound begins. It shrills and calls and capitulates, hurts and bleeds and stipulates, that every Bunny in the chicken coop must be processed as soon as can be. It's not easy being a Bunny when everybody plucks your fur out of your body.
Such a silly clock! But so serious. I love it because you branched out on a topic most others wouldn't have on. It's so unique and treasured. It has the undertone of being about people in general too, but mostly stands ground as being about the torture animals go through, particular rabbits, hence the title "It's Not Easy Being A Bunny."
Over 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K.
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