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Craig Norris
Jan 29, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Little Rabbit...

Little rabbit with your eyes so bright
on my lawn in the morning light
your senses tell you somethings not quite right
but I won't trigger your response for flight

I have taken many of your kin
my dog she eats them bone and skin
little rabbit you cannot win
this lead I send you is coming in

Above the shot I hear the tap
thats turned you neatly on your back
little rabbit do not shudder
yesterday I shot your mother

My dog arrives she's quite intent
she'll find you by your dying scent
it issues from the hole I've rent
within the skin that you were lent

She has you now within her jaw
the head it lolls the floppy paw
she brings you right round to my door
and lays you gently on the floor

Little rabbit with your eyes so bright
we'll think of you when we eat tonight.

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poewriter58

17 years 3 months ago

Craig

I do not agree with the basis of your poem. But I must say it is well written Chrys
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Craig Norris

17 years 3 months ago

comments..

Thank you Chrys for your comments...it's not easy to disagree with something and still give praise...thanks a lot. Craig.
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briansgate

17 years 3 months ago

Poor bunny,

Haha, I like this, it's definitely a guy's poem. Kinda funny though, I got hung up on the fact that you were almost "too poetic" at times, somewhat mixing humorous with too beautiful, if that makes any sense! If you feel like changing any of it, I'd be interested to check back! I don't know the aussie for "good-bye", but how about, G'night, Mate!
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Craig Norris

17 years 3 months ago

somewhat mixing...

Thanks buddy...thats exactly what I was going for, when I read it there's a couple of things that hit me, one is the affront of feeling that comes when a life is taken so rudely...even if it's a little rabbits...the other is the delicacy in the handling of it...in that contradiction there seems to be both pathos and humour. Many situations in life are like this I feel...don't know whether you want to laugh or cry. Craig. G'night Mate isn't a bad effort....but we would drop the G altogether and run with ...nite mate. Economy down under.
Fleur MacDonald

Fleur MacDonald

16 years 11 months ago

I find

this poem rather kind of sweet, the way it is worded has sort of covered the brutal kill in something soft and sweet and gentle on the lips. I am all too aware of what the pesky rabbit does to the rural land and have tasted it's gamey meat. And patted it's soft coat and gazed upon it's cute little face. But really deep down in the farmers heart it has to go to bunny heaven in a plate for dinner. Good onya mate. Fleur
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Craig Norris

16 years 11 months ago

thank you for that

thats exactly right, I was trying to treat the taking of poor little bunnies life with a little humanity, but as most people who are faced with these often onerous tasks will acknowledge, you can't get too emotional about it or it will eat you up. I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Love. Craig