It's Not Easy Being A Bunny Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

It's not easy being a Bunny
when everyone around you is a frog.
And the Nic, nack, paddywhack won't
give anybody a bone.
A bone, there's the image.
Solid white memory
of a body that
used to contain it.
It and many others, many others and it.
Vitality renewed. Vitality restored.
It's not easy being a Bunny
when every other demon
is alive and well.
Correction needed, needing correction.
Moulding, shaping, terraforming.
Begin the play, enter the actors.
Prance and dance around the stage
like jumping Minotaurs
erected around the stable.
A vocal chord erupts. A sound begins.
It shrills and calls and capitulates,
hurts and bleeds and stipulates,
that every Bunny in the chicken coop
must be processed as soon as can be.
It's not easy being a Bunny
when everybody plucks your
fur out of your body.