A baby bunny, about the size of a lacrosse ball
Wandered the streets of a seaside community
Tearing at people’s hearts,
The do gooders, the save the Earth kinds,
Those with the moral inclination to help. Good folks, all.
The baby bunny, in its diminutive stature
Made it through the heat of the day,
Managed the traffic on Pleasure Avenue,
Survived a quick pass through the five hole of a pit bull,
And will live as long as nature means for it to go.
I wonder what we can learn from this bunny,
I’m not sure, but there must be something in all of this
That the bunny accepts and we cannot.