The Bunnies


The door read "Beef Barn" but inside
Little furry creatures
Quaked in cages
Too close to their bodies.
Red eyes, pink ears, 
Blue, purple spotted and striped.
They shook.
Stacked in six packs 
Fear filled the muggy room.

A long hallway, unheated
Bikes leaned against the walls.
In the back, two rabbits,
Donny and Marie.
The siblings, both male, 
Never to bear bunnies
Much to my childhood chagrin.
Their delicate limbs
Stiff from a cold snap.

Back to this feral room
Where my old, weary wounds
Snapped
My crooked heart 
Mended. 
Time stands still
Where the rabbits died.
I did too.





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