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Mata Furry
On a Spring day,
five years ago,
I heard a loud knocking at my front door.
Approaching to answer,
I heard a faint scratching.
First checking the peep hole,
I saw not a soul.
Then the bell rang.
Carefully, with trepidation,
I opened to see
a pure white bunny staring up at me.
Irresistibly adorable I let the little guy in.
Barely crossing our threshold,
the creature hopped
to our den
as if on a mission.
I said, “well aren't you bold” and redirected them
to the kitchen.
Preparing them
lettuce and carrot
salad in a bowl.
Deciding to keep the bunny,
I began calling them wascally…
a name only
I thought was funny.
Then things turned strange.
During the day
they'd be warm and cuddly.
But after dark
they would change.
One night,
I came downstairs
to explore a strange tapping.
“Well someone's
up late” I said…to be disarming.
When I heard. sounds
that were truly alarming,
a frantic skitter
then a cage door slamming!
Of a sudden, I notice
a light in the study.
Quietly I crept in
only to discover,
in the monitors glare,
little brown pellets
on the seat of the desk chair;
the computer logged on
and a Google search
for human anatomy.
There was a half-full V8
beside the keyboard
that was coated thoroughly
with cheese ball dust.
Both the beverage
and snack
I don't stock in my pantry.
As the Sun rose,
I checked on my pet, still sleeping.
I was astounded
to find a neon orange
stain on their paws
and around their nose.
They could tell
I was suspicious
as we went about our day.
When we sat down on the sofa
to watch a favorite
cooking competition
the bunny was content
as I pet behind their neck
when in a moment
their ears perked up in attention
and they gave
a thump that left a bruise
when one of the cooks on the TV announced
they prepared
rabbit four ways with jus.
Wascally, with
one mighty jump
leapt from my lap
and hopped
out of the room.
I ran to them
to see what was wrong.
They had mysteriously disappeared.
They were long gone.
five years ago,
I heard a loud knocking at my front door.
Approaching to answer,
I heard a faint scratching.
First checking the peep hole,
I saw not a soul.
Then the bell rang.
Carefully, with trepidation,
I opened to see
a pure white bunny staring up at me.
Irresistibly adorable I let the little guy in.
Barely crossing our threshold,
the creature hopped
to our den
as if on a mission.
I said, “well aren't you bold” and redirected them
to the kitchen.
Preparing them
lettuce and carrot
salad in a bowl.
Deciding to keep the bunny,
I began calling them wascally…
a name only
I thought was funny.
Then things turned strange.
During the day
they'd be warm and cuddly.
But after dark
they would change.
One night,
I came downstairs
to explore a strange tapping.
“Well someone's
up late” I said…to be disarming.
When I heard. sounds
that were truly alarming,
a frantic skitter
then a cage door slamming!
Of a sudden, I notice
a light in the study.
Quietly I crept in
only to discover,
in the monitors glare,
little brown pellets
on the seat of the desk chair;
the computer logged on
and a Google search
for human anatomy.
There was a half-full V8
beside the keyboard
that was coated thoroughly
with cheese ball dust.
Both the beverage
and snack
I don't stock in my pantry.
As the Sun rose,
I checked on my pet, still sleeping.
I was astounded
to find a neon orange
stain on their paws
and around their nose.
They could tell
I was suspicious
as we went about our day.
When we sat down on the sofa
to watch a favorite
cooking competition
the bunny was content
as I pet behind their neck
when in a moment
their ears perked up in attention
and they gave
a thump that left a bruise
when one of the cooks on the TV announced
they prepared
rabbit four ways with jus.
Wascally, with
one mighty jump
leapt from my lap
and hopped
out of the room.
I ran to them
to see what was wrong.
They had mysteriously disappeared.
They were long gone.
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