Monday, April 15, 2024

Henry ,the bunny

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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