A Little Bunny Angel

A Little Bunny Angel

High up in the courts of heaven today
a little bunny angel waits;
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
"For I know my friend will come" says he,
"and when she comes she will call for me."

The other angels pass him by
As they hurry toward the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
as he sits at the gates alone.
"But I know if I just wait patiently
that someday my friend will call for me."

And his friend, down on earth below,
as she sits in her easy chair,
forgets sometimes, and whispers low
to the rabbit who is not there.
And the little bunny angel lifts his ears
and dreams that her voice he hears.

And when at last his friend waits
outside in the dark and cold,
for the hand of death to open the door,
that leads to those courts of gold,
she will hear a sound through the gathering light,
the scrabbling of hopping paws running to her plight.