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Slyfordtrabbit: A poem about being a bunny.

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A poem about being a bunny.

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For those who stand apart

You stare at me, sporadic passersby on the footpath

Only to turn away, mumbling. (As if I can't hear you!)

I lean back on the bench, look to the clouds and

Enjoy the sunshine's warmth; for once I am in no hurry.

But still I live within a small, sequestered envelope

A bubble, an island, a lonely bench in a plain park where

Few dare travel. And while I sit I wonder how it is that

I wear the usual shirt, grow the usual hair, mutter the usual

Small talk and yet all still freeze at the sight, my warm

Gaze petrifying as if I were Medusa's serpentine crown.

Even when you seek my company, I see the

Fear in your eyes, the stutter in your step.

I'm not going to hurt you. (So says the six-foot rabbit!)

I see The Question before you ask it, hidden under

A tight-lipped breath sitting heavy in your throat.

It is the child burrowed deep within your imagination.

It is the first feathery feel of something uniquely new.

It is the desire to come out and enjoy the sunshine.

What's it like to be odd? My ears may be long,

My twitching nose may slope a lapine slope,

Hecklers may never pass an opportunity to point and

Laugh at my furry face, but I'm still smiling.

Human in a rabbit, or rabbit in a human, I exist.

The sunshine keeps me happy either way.

How about you?

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			<poem>
	You stare at me, sporadic passersby on the footpath		You stare at me, sporadic passersby on the footpath

	Only to turn away, mumbling. (As if I can't hear you!)		Only to turn away, mumbling. (As if I can't hear you!)

	I lean back on the bench, look to the clouds and		I lean back on the bench, look to the clouds and

	Enjoy the sunshine's warmth; for once I am in no hurry.		Enjoy the sunshine's warmth; for once I am in no hurry.

	But still I live within a small, sequestered envelope		But still I live within a small, sequestered envelope

	A bubble, an island, a lonely bench in a plain park where		A bubble, an island, a lonely bench in a plain park where

	Few dare travel. And while I sit I wonder how it is that		Few dare travel. And while I sit I wonder how it is that

	I wear the usual shirt, grow the usual hair, mutter the usual		I wear the usual shirt, grow the usual hair, mutter the usual

	Small talk and yet all still freeze at the sight, my warm		Small talk and yet all still freeze at the sight, my warm

	Gaze petrifying as if I were Medusa's serpentine crown.		Gaze petrifying as if I were Medusa's serpentine crown.



	Even when you seek my company, I see the		Even when you seek my company, I see the

	Fear in your eyes, the stutter in your step.		Fear in your eyes, the stutter in your step.

	I'm not going to hurt you. (So says the six-foot rabbit!)		I'm not going to hurt you. (So says the six-foot rabbit!)

	I see The Question before you ask it, hidden under		I see The Question before you ask it, hidden under

	A tight-lipped breath sitting heavy in your throat.		A tight-lipped breath sitting heavy in your throat.

	It is the child burrowed deep within your imagination.		It is the child burrowed deep within your imagination.

	It is the first feathery feel of something uniquely new.		It is the first feathery feel of something uniquely new.

	It is the desire to come out and enjoy the sunshine.		It is the desire to come out and enjoy the sunshine.



	What's it like to be odd? My ears may be long,		What's it like to be odd? My ears may be long,

	My twitching nose may slope a lapine slope,		My twitching nose may slope a lapine slope,

	Hecklers may never pass an opportunity to point and		Hecklers may never pass an opportunity to point and

	Laugh at my furry face, but I'm still smiling.		Laugh at my furry face, but I'm still smiling.

	Human in a rabbit, or rabbit in a human, I exist.		Human in a rabbit, or rabbit in a human, I exist.

	The sunshine keeps me happy either way.		The sunshine keeps me happy either way.

	How about you?		How about you?
			</poem>