The rabbit in the moon, leaping through the stars, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, ears stretched out twitching, back legs thumping, always a leap away from the enemy’s paw, dandelion still dangling from his mouth
i used to have a rabbit
he never liked us back much
he was black and fluffy and stayed in a corner
he would eat and waste and sit across from it
until the day he died
tway
The rabbit nibbled at the lettuce, and then looked up, seeing me at the edge of the garden. It froze; I could see its terror as it asked itself “Should I run or stay here? Maybe she won’t see me.” I got up and moved away. “There’s no need to be afraid of me, but watch out for others.”
The rabbit in the moon, leaping through the stars, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, ears stretched out twitching, back legs thumping, always a leap away from the enemy’s paw, dandelion still dangling from his mouth
i used to have a rabbit
he never liked us back much
he was black and fluffy and stayed in a corner
he would eat and waste and sit across from it
until the day he died
The rabbit nibbled at the lettuce, and then looked up, seeing me at the edge of the garden. It froze; I could see its terror as it asked itself “Should I run or stay here? Maybe she won’t see me.” I got up and moved away. “There’s no need to be afraid of me, but watch out for others.”