I found a dead bunny
in my yard yesterday
his eyes were still open
But his body was still

I crouched down beside him
to admire his Beauty
and his fur still matted
from where it had been  chewed

I didn't feel sadness
I admired his bravery
I've seen lots of his kind
lately here in my yard

They're sent from the heavens
from my native ancestors

The Raven, the swallows & the two turtle doves...
They are all the....
...reminders
of a God's Burning Love.

I gently picked up
that long sleeping bunny
his little front legs
just dangling straight down
I made him  a bed made of mossy fresh Earth
to return him back home
......without even a sound.

Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved * 2016

One heart to beat, one heart to live
Alone, I am exclusive.  
One heart to beat, two hearts to love
Dear Valerie, are you from up Above?

One hand to clench, one hand to wave
Alone, my heart will not behave.
One hand to clench, two hands to hold
Dear Valerie, you’re beautiful, I’m told.

One pair of lips to speak, one pair to whisper
Alone, I can only shiver.
One pair of lips to speak, two pairs to kiss
Dear Valerie, let me be your aegis.

Two hands to hold
Two hands to be wrinkly and old
Two pairs of lips to whisper,
Two pairs of lips oh so tender.
Two hearts in a trove,
Two hearts of turtledoves.

Two hearts to beat, two hearts to beat.