 by Mary Brandolino In memory of all the bunnies we couldn’t save. |
| 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. |
House Rabbit Journal Volume III, Number 7, Spring 1996