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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.    
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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Author's Note
NaPo2024 #25
Inspired by stomp prompt 2024 #4
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