My Scared little rabbit 4/15/2020 (For Toby) My scared little rabbit. Wide eyed staring at the Corona news in the papers At the bottom of your cage. It’s no wonder you don’t come out To nibble the clover, With hawks Cats Dogs Foxes Guns Traps And rain clouds threatening. I love your twitching nose. I love to feed you carrots. I love to stroke your ears. When the papers are changed, And the skies are clear, I will be here. To hold you dear Copyright 2020 Dennis Price
Bio:
Dennis Price is a contractor waiting for his wife’s permission to continue his home improvement work at social distance. Father of 2 adults, owner of 2 cats. He has been using his time off to, among other things, organize his 860 or so poems into chronological order to be like a Poetry journal of his life.
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Dennis,
I loved the gentleness of this simple, caring poem. To stroke that bunny’s long ears, to feed it carrots. It’s so positive.
This is a sweet poem. I love it!
Hi Dennis,
Immediately, I envisioned this rabbit as scared as the rest of us humans. Some, have said that the stay at home order is like a cage. I wonder if this poem is dedicated to your child, who has cared for it and will continue to do so.