The one with the rabbit,
guess it broke bit by bit.
young and selfish
playing delicate balance between life and death.
unwittingly placed in a pair of unsteady hands.
The sound of ruffling card-board-boxes,
of late-night burglars.
smothered himself with fear, under the cover, thinking
rush out and kill them, kill them intruders!
the rabbit it was, all along
red, unwashed eyes of a devil dressed in pearly white
question clouded mind
why couldn’t you just settle in,
why couldn’t you be mine.
Furiously glaring back,
could not let it run free,
so he shook and rattled the cage violently,
like it was better, justified.
scrambling with tight terrified claws,
it ate too much, how dare it die?
he did not give permission yet
mom bought it, mom buried it,
did she use her bare hands?
was the furry body cold, or was it still lukewarm?
tears, like regret, are too late now