Happy Pink Bunnies

a friend was told to think of happy things like sun shine and rainbows and happy pink bunnies when she got depressed, so i twisted it and had her show it to this person who said such a thing...

Happy Pink Bunnies

 

 

The pink bunnies
Hopping around and playing all day
Having life so easy.

 

Their food is handed to them
They can go outside when they please
But are always protected by the houses and fence.

 

Where as I am out here
Boring, plain, and in constant danger of predators,
Those who so thoroughly dislike me.

To get what I need, I often risk attacks
And sometimes I cant even sleep in safety.

I open the door to the protective cage
The safety barrier is breached
And I just walk away.

 

Within 10 minutes a fox sneaks in
Chasing the panicking little bunnies
Around and around
Finally catching one
Digging its teeth in
Shaking it violently
Eventually killing it.

 

And now the bunny dips thick crimson
Its bones stick out at retched angles
And its pathetic guts spread out for the world to see
No longer is the bunny the cute pink,
But rather a gruesome red.

Author's Note

any thoughts or ideas?? [writen in January of 08.]

Reviews

[CLUTZ]

wow. i don't happen to like bunnies especially not pink ones. pink is a horrid color. but the poem was excellent and the way you said it wasn't cute pink anymore but gruesome red. red is sexy, i liked that part. nice.

[The Mad Prophet]

The predator did what he had to do to survive. Good way to express that, happeness must come from within.