Two Bunnies Beneath a Cold Grey Sky

RIP Dawn

I don't want to go a
gentle journey,
from convoluted to
convalescence.
I quit drinking again;
found love in
the psych ward.
She's my broken-winged
angel.
So much pain behind that
sweet smile.
She's drinking again,
and I can't fix her.
It hurts, like an arrow
through the stomach.

I have a rabbit that comes
to my yard.
She lies in the same
spot every day.
So much so, that
she has worn down a
place for herself--the surrounding
grass grows around her.
She feels safe.
I feed her spinach, and my
brother sings her
show tunes.
That's what we get
for having a drama
teacher for a father.
Thanks, Dad.

It's been an unseasonably
cold April.
I feel sorry for Harvey;
That's her name, thanks
again Dad.
I talk to her softly.
"Hi, baby--what are you doing?
Do you want to come in?"
She doesn't answer.  I'm sober.
I want to take care of her...
Both of them...
My two little bunnies.
It's cold, and the wind is
blowing hard,
beneath a mean grey sky.

Author's Note

Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems (on Amazon) and Rise Up Collected Poems, available on Booksie .com

Reviews

[Soren]

The way you have woven these two bunnies together they become one in nature and the metaphor becomes the actual. Nicely done my friend.

[Thomas W Case]

Much appreciated, my friend.

[red93]

Really nice work Thomas, how you conjure this situation so vividly. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.