Dear Rabbit
O rabbit, poor rabbit.
Tremble soft rabbit
And cry, with the
Gentle tears that
Only a rabbit’s heart
Can make.
Rabbit love me
In the snare,
Though my hands
Have put you there.
Though I shaped
Each trembling limb,
Formed the noose
Your neck is in—
Rabbit love me.
This is the loveliest thing,
Dear rabbit, broken now.
The cries your pain let loose
Upon your death,
Have opened up in me,
A sense of pity,
And of love,
Before, that could not be.
Rabbit love me
In the snare,
Though my hands
Have put you there.
Though I shaped
Each trembling limb,
Formed the noose
Your neck is in—
Rabbit love me.
Copyright ©2001 Tony Crisp
Comments
Thanks for that lovely poem. I dreamt about a large black velvet rabbit last night, with a bald patch. That rabbit was me. I picked the rabbit up and held her close to my heart.