I’m a little fur ball, short and stout.
If any noises scare me, I won’t come out.
When everyone leaves, I go where I’m snug
And take a safe nap on my private rug.
I sleep all day, but every night
I tear the place up ’till it feels just right.
A potty in the corner is my special place;
I use it with an odd expression on my face.
I jump with a twist, high in the air,
Then land and scoot right out of there.
I run in circles around my pop
And bang into stuff when I try to stop.
When something happens that leaves me in doubt,
I shake my head ’till I figure it out.
They pet my nose, my head and ears
To help me forget my worries and fears.
I munch on carrots, greens and grass
And shoot black pellets out of my ass!
Happy as a clam but twice as smart–
I chew on wood, rugs, wires and art.
My time with you is a gift you can’t own:
I’m just a messenger on a short-term loan.
I try to bring you joy and my needs are few.
The love you give me hops right back to you!
By Sam and Nancy Edwards
House Rabbit Journal Winter 2011: Volume V, Number 6