You are no O henry, o little bunny, nor a king henry
Your hutch your kingdom, watchfully viewing the lands beyond,,
Be that the dining table , or those who pass by the room,
A short pause when you greeted me ,yes ; through it to my bunny,
Who had passed on years ago, for a brief moment ,
Yet your fluffy self an image in my mind still, even when you breathe here no more...
poem by Pc-3 (04/14/2024)
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