A rabbit lives just outside my door
I call him Bun-bun
He travels the cloud-filled night
And nestles all day while the sun shines bright
For him a cozy nook under a pygmy palm
watching me leave with each new dawn
And when I arrive alongside sunset’s burn
the alcove is empty, awaiting his return
What goes on behind his big, black eyes
Where does he go underneath starry skies
It has become quite routine
for me to greet this cute little thing
And I shall be saddened so
when his nook is bare forevermore.
Busted Flip Flops 