Ode to a certain House rabbit

All this house bunny talk of late has me waxing lyrical I didn't want to only write an eptaph for when Berts goes on the Bridgeway, so here's my ode to the houserabbit

You face pops out cheekily from behind your favourite chair
You’re looking naughtily guilty,
So…come on…. what’s destroyed back there?

I wonder how this world of yours is actually perceived,
You watch us in our human ways, from the aspect of our knees.
But this place is not a burrow, with the smells and sights of home,
With others you can recognise, a culture of your own.

You sleep and snooze at different times,
And survive on simple foods,
You’re happy, crazy, tetchy, grumpy,
Sometimes rather rude…

You never miss a chance to graze
Or chew on something new,
And whatever sentiment that holds for us,
It’s merely worthless to you.
And so I’ve learnt that all this stuff
We have, and love and keep,
Is just some stuff that doesn’t mean much
And most of it’s quite cheap.

You’ve learnt the time that we wake up
And when you get your grub,
At half past seven, twice a day,
You become the sweetest Cherub!

At times you sit on our doormat,
Just as we’re due to leave
And look up, with the whites of your eyes,
It’s what some dog’s do, I believe.

The quietness of your presence here
Adds only to my own
Need for calm and tranquility,
In my heart, my head and home.

And actually, we do eat similar stuff,
And I can be moody too,
Although I’ve never chewed the sofa up,
Or devoured my own pooh.

I don’t headbutt my friends when I need food, or hugs,
I call them on the phone, and meet up with them for lunch.
And you’d do that, meet and eat, were you some other place
And your friends would butt you back,
Or give a lagamorph embrace.

My ears don’t move to tell you
How I’m feeling every minute,
My posture can’t tell you either,
It’s not programmed to exhibit it.

I rely on an extensive vocal range
And you chirp and click, and cluck,
Do we communicate by astral means,
Or just by luck? who knows,
I don’t, but it leaves me simply awestruck.

You see, I couldn’t live in a burrow,
Or survive on what you eat,
I’m not good in small spaces,
Being kicked by other’s feet.

I can’t chew roots,
Or dig with my hands,
Or throw myself in the air,
Twist, and spin and gently land.

I can’t go to sleep in the afternoon,
Cos I’d never get anything done,
I’ve sometimes got up earlier than you though,
To catch the morning sun.

But now you only eat when we do,
And come in to nudge goodnight
On your way down to your warren-room
It’s just the sweetest sight.

I never knew that you would love
To climb up on my back,
That you’d enjoy Elvis, documentaries
And my sleazy music tracks.

I never thought you’d sit with me
While I do my work,
Then jump on my desk, hop about,
Make my computer go bezerk!

I never knew that you’d really be happy here,
And I’m not sure I’ll truly know;
So I live in hope that what I see
Is as true for you as it seems to me.

I never knew that we’d be friends-
It’s the most enlightening thing,
To realise that all life forms are
Played on the same violin,
And you my friend, and I…well…
We’re simply different strings.

Hahaha that is awesome

That has actually made me cry it is so beautiful ..... what a wonderful thing this bunny/human love is.

Putting feelings into words in poetry is a wonderful gift and you have it in spades Jay. That is lovely. Funny, evocative and truly heartfelt. I am sure that Bertie in human form would love to be your friend too.

honestly jay - thats amazing, its made me well up. Fantastic x x x

Wow - I can't wait to begin the adventure of sharing my home with a house bunny. I hope he likes Eastenders! Justin never seemed very impressed, but I put that down to him being so poorly.

One of my cats walks on my keyboard if I let him in the room when I am working. Now I may have even more furry feet helping me type!

What a wonderful poem. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

xx

Jay, that is just lovely. Really lovely. You have such a way with words.

I couldn't write a poem to save my life!

Thank-you, I'm glad you like it

What a beautiful heartfelt poem, Jay.

It never fails to amaze me how much emotion these furry, twitchy nosed, velvety eared creatures evoke in us humans

That is lovely and amazing,Jay well done

Jay that poem is awesome, I love it. Can I put it in the gallery please.

Sure I've just changed a couple of words, which weren't flowing

Do you want me to wait a few days until you've finished tweaking....

I wrote a poem when I stopped rescuing and spent days fiddling with it after publishing it.

I've fiddled 3 times, and that's enough. I have learnt that over fiddlin' sometimes ruins things so I'll leave it at that

Yeah, give up Nero and let the lady do her thing!