Easter Bunny
by Mary Brandolino
In memory of all the bunnies we couldn't save.
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I remember Easter Sunday
It was colorful and fun
The new life that I'd begun
In my new cage.
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I was just a little thing
When they brought me from the store
And they put me on the floor
In my cage.
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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.
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But as days and weeks went by
I saw less of them it seemed
Of their loving touch I dreamed
In my cage.
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In the night outside their house
I felt sad and so neglected
Often scared and unprotected
In my cage.
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In the dry or rainy weather
Sometimes hotter sometimes colder
I just sat there growing older
In my cage.
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The cat and dog raced by me
Playing with each other only
While I sat there feeling lonely
In my cage.
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Upon the fresh green grass
Children skipped and laughed all day
I could only watch them play
From my cage.
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They used to take me out
And let me scamper in the sun
I no longer get to run
In my cage.
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Once a cute and cuddly bunny
Like a little ball of cotton
Now I'm grown up and forgotten
In my cage.
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I don't know what went wrong
At the home I did inhabit
I just grew to be a rabbit
In my cage.
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But they've brought me to the pound
I was once loved and enjoyed
Now I wait to be destroyed
In my cage.
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