One day I went to a fancy dress show,
I saw a rabbit on the stage floor,
I thought it was a toy but then it wasn’t,
A real live rabbit, it gave me a shock.
A boy dressed as an Indian tribe did suddenly come,
With a bow and an arrow to shoot down its prey,
Sure did the bow and arrow were toys really,
But it hit the live rabbit on its great joint,
The rabbit shook, it tried to run away,
Its hands and legs were tied up straight,
The boy caught the rabbit, held it from its ears,
The poor Rabbit puffed and panted, but couldn’t get more tired,
He gave the rabbit down to his mother,
“It was a great performance” she said,
She put the rabbit down a plastic bag,
Didn’t care what the Rabbit felt.
Poor Rabbit I thought, it had no power,
I can't help, I can’t roar,
They were so rude to a harmless little creature.
A really cruel thing to do to an animal. But you sure do express your views.
Very good and reasonable concept behind this lovely poem. And most i like about this poem is the beginning of this poem.
I love the beginning! I have been a rabbit lover since I was a kid. I still have three on my bed, that my husband has to contend with. Have you ever read 'talking to a dead hare' by Joseph Beuys (Fluxus) movement around 1961-62? He was into performance and animals. '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Meriam, This is great poem. No one in this world thinks of others. If everyone did that our earth would be better palce to live.... Great thought Meriam