August 11, 2009
Death
The scorching sun roasted happiness
Barrels of melancholy fill the night
The putrid smell that was once honey-dewed
decimated the bricks I hold.
Why must I suffer the death of one so young
when it was nearly an utopia found
with his death, our beloved Snowball,
comes the ardent propensity towards his kind.
(Yeah, my bunny died) ;(
August 10, 2009
Bunny Friend
The resplendent fur sparkled in the light.
It gives me neither doubt nor fright.
The beatific ambience that exudes
overcomes the novel companion I receive
“Oh my!” I exclaim I got quite the accolade.
The fuzzy paws that touch gently
the melody of munching carrots
brings me delight through the day
Why, the bunny pied with black and white
is what the world shall embrace tonight.
