Do you remember when the bunnies jumped over each other in the crescent?
Soft plump bodies catapulting in the air, dancing with each other around and around.
The black of midnight contrasting the beams of light, highlighting the grass circle.
An acrobatic stage surrounded by buildings,
with no observers and the only sound the silence of sleepers.
We sat there, two soft plump girls, and giggled at their freedom.
Laughter boomed behind us making their joy so much sweeter.
Observations of small animals in their freedom found endearing,
rather than evoking a sense of control.
You, out there with the wind in your fur.
Us, in here, where the heat is stifling.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC
Do you remember when the bunnies jumped over each other in the crescent?
Soft plump bodies catapulting in the air, dancing with each other around and around.
The black of midnight contrasting the beams of light, highlighting the grass circle.
An acrobatic stage surrounded by buildings,
with no observers and the only sound the silence of sleepers.
We sat there, two soft plump girls, and giggled at their freedom.
Laughter boomed behind us making their joy so much sweeter.
Observations of small animals in their freedom found endearing,
rather than evoking a sense of control.
You, out there with the wind in your fur.
Us, in here, where the heat is stifling.