A Bunny's Tale

A Bunny's Tale

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A chick was strolling down a flower strewn lane
and chanced upon something he couldn't explain.
A basket was sitting on the side of the road
filled to over flowing with a furry load.

"Cheep, cheep," said the chick, meaning to say,
"Are you lost? Do you need help finding your way?"
"Oh no," said a voice from inside the basket.
"If I had a question, trust me, I'd ask it."

Slowly, two large ears poked over the edge
followed by eyes that peered from a hedge
of white fur and a nose that twitched in air
as he looked about with the greatest of care.

"I'm just enjoying this sunny, warm day.
Too soon it will be time that I'm on my way
to deliver my basket of bright colored eggs,"
he said as he hopped out and stretched his legs.

"Eggs?" said the chick. "Why would you have those?
You don't look like a chicken dressed in those clothes.
The rabbit just laughed and said, "Don't you know?
I come every year," his face all aglow.

"I celebrate spring, a time of rebirth,
when flowers once more garland the earth,
and the eggs that I carry are more than confection,
they also recall the time of resurrection."

The chick chirped in joy, he was so glad.
"That sounds like fun but you look a bit sad.
Why aren't you happy to bring such cheer
when you come around this time of year?"

Bunny wiped at his eyes. "The saddest part
is I'm here for today and then must depart
much to my own chagrin and sorrow.
It's always Hare today but gone tomorrow."


Notes
An Entry for "Picture Perfect Poetry Contest"  [E]
Prompt: Image
Word Count: 273
Poem Line Count: 32
Form: End Rhyme aabb

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Ken