poem #1

the snow, the rabbit

a few months ago, i saw a little white rabbit.

he was cute, he was small, and he was cold.

what was the rabbit doing out in the winter?

as i reached for him, he flinched and ran off.

the next day, i came to the same spot.

he did not show up, i was afraid.

would that be the last time i see the rabbit?

ever since then, i've checked there everyday.

after a month, i decided to make something for the rabbit.

with the snow still on the ground, i made a little bunny.

i shaped the body, the arms, and the tail.

i put leaves for the ears and red beautiful beads for the eyes.

a week later, the rabbit still didn't show up.

the snow bunny was melting, and winter was slowly turning into spring.

i sat there, next to the melting snow bunny.

i asked myself, why do i keep coming back?

am i lonely? am i curious to see how the rabbit is doing?

i sat for numerous hours, and finally, i heard the bush move.

i slowly looked at it, and the rabbit came out.

the same rabbit i saw months ago, yet, he was covered in cuts.

he stayed still, and let me pick him up.

i examined him carefully, i held him, and i started to cry.

such a small, beautiful, white snow rabbit that i've waited for.

his heartbeat was very fast. i was so worried.

although, for all the time i've spent searching for this rabbit,

i'm glad that he had came back. i'm glad he trusts me.

i take him into my house and fix his cuts.

i'm not lonely anymore, and the rabbit is okay.

spring came, and the snow bunny melted away.

the rabbit passed away, due to health conditions.

@sesamesobased

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