#rabbits
The day is done, time for my habits
A crooked barrel, shooting at rabbits
Quick little ******* another one missed
Change the subject, you’re dismissed
Another thought pops up, laughing at me
A blurry bull’s eye is hard to see
5/28/26
13h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:23 AM UTC
I hate rabbits
because they only waste my time
they seem so pure and innocent
getting closer and closer
until they are under your skin
slowly ripping away the flesh in your throat
calmly killing
with their sharp teeth
rabbits made me feel controlled
every. single. time
but once you frighten them
they'll play the victim
and make you sorry
sorry enough to let the rabbit crawl back into the wound
to continue its work
its hard to stop when
I was addicted to you
because everyone else was addicted too
you're the easiest distraction
you're the addiction
I cant control it
even though I know
you are wasting my time.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC
Tracks in the frost behind the shed
my rabbits quiet in their wired sleep
Four paws stitched the snow in the night
pads clear as ink where the moon leaned close
Something has been coming at dark
light-footed, red as cedar bark
I follow the tracks past the woodpile
my own boots breaking what the paws began
I do not hunt the fox
I hunt what found the hutch and would return
The snow keeps its small accounting
claw, pause, turn toward timber
The Coast Range stands without comment
smoke rising straight from my chimney
At the fence I kneel longer than needed
my hand resting on wire gone cold
I think of how thin winter makes us
me with my small flock, him with his ribs
If I fire it will be for balance
not anger, not sport, but fear of losing
Somewhere in the salal he waits
a body lean with hunger and visible breath
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 7:22 PM UTC
What are we, my friend?
Not rabbits from the same warren,
yet we share our carrots
and the hidden burrows of our grief.
You may not know my deepest lows,
yet somehow you still make my spirit binky
on the most ordinary afternoons.
A single glance from you brings calm,
and my worries scamper off
at the funny sight of your face.
Maybe it’s just a classic friendship,
but I find it rare—
all the joy of the hop,
the comfort of a bunny’s quiet heart.
Its wonder: a small, white fullness—
a whole life, softly living itself
right to the brim.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
I'll drop you a rabbit,
white fur marred with velveteen blood,
fresh on your doorstep,
legs twitching and eyes clouded over
as you stare in awe
(in horror, in disgust, in contempt)
of what I am, of what I've given you
a promise, that you are mine to protect
and I am yours to recieve
and you take this ****** corpse,
fling it out into the yard,
and lock me outside untill
I am again clean.
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
Raised by a pair of dragons
Dodging their huffs and puffs of smoke and fire
And if I accidentally step on their tail
I'll burn on my own fiery pyre
And I watch the others with their parents of rabbits
While I'm here, trying not to be burnt
And while I dodge these flames once more
I think about what could've been, was or weren't.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
The evening twilight.
Tipping up, I see the white --
scuts of the rabbits.
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 4:01 AM UTC
white snow and rabbits
cuddle up to me for warmth
the presence of is
Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 8:28 PM UTC
The colour of fir seeps over the water
A bright spritely white tail dashes past
Home to it’s tea.
Mirror glass ripples as
It’s mist gently rises in the dusk
To form the dew that soaks the grass at sunrise.
Brilliant arcs swell behind
Coots tending the nest.
Blackness has nearly set upon the lake
A ghostly orange tinge on the
Horizon signals the dying of the day
Cold fingers and brisk steps.
Willows make rainbow archways
From bank to water
Lime green fronds dragging the current.
The platter of water drenched moss and spatter on stone,
Blossom trees fit to burst
Dozing in purple twilight
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
Aine, Xav and Ga, their dog,
Were hiking through the Sifton Bog
On Sunday morning, sunny and warming,
Hunting for their Easter eggs;
When Ga sniffed, then barked in a hollow log.
What is it, Ga? Aine asked in wonder
Is it a frog? Xav asked Pumper.
But Ga smiled and left to lift a leg.
So Aine peeked in one end,
Xav peered in the other.
It was hollow, that's for sure,
They waved to one another.
Oh!... But Oh!... something moved inside.
Brown and hairy, with flaming red eyes.
It moved at Xav, who stepped back, then cried:
Aine, come here! Come here NOW!
Quick as a flash she stood by his side.
(Together they would live or die.)
With twelve powerful legs and six beady eyes,
It leapt at them, then hopped outside.
There cuddling ‘n twitching at Xavi's feet,
Were three wee bunnies, cute as can be.
Ooooo, Ooooo, they both sighed.
*Can we take them home to feed and keep,
And play bunny games till we fall asleep*!
Xavi asked. No. Xavi begged!
Hmmm, thought Aine, quite perplexed;
But then remembered what her parents said:
*Be cautious with our furry friends;
The birds, fish and earthy crawlers;
When you find them,
Be careful-kind,
And they'll be with us always*.
Still, Xavi worried, so he asked his Sis,
Are they okay if left like this?
Hmmm, thought Aine (who's getting real good at this).
*Let's call Granda.
Tell him what we've seen.
Mom says he knows everything*.
(They Zoom Time on Mom & Dad’s phones)
*Hello, Granda, this is Aine.
Xav and I have a question for ya.
We came across some wee bunnies
Huddled in their home.
Are they okay if left alone*?
Granda heard their concern,
So he told them all he had learned.
*All the bunnies I have known,
Have done real well when they have grown.
I knew Buggs as a wee bunny,
And he grew up to marry Honey.
Rabbit's a friend to Kanga and Roo,
And Mr. Rabbit got carrots tricking Cap’n Kangaroo.
Miffy was Kathleen’s first rabbit friend;
Mark loved Velveteen’s happy end?
And Roger starred in his own movie,
Like me, your Granda, he's so cool and groovy.
Thumper keeps thumping his left hind foot,
And Br'er Rabbit’s still naughty in all his books.
The White Rabbit leads Alice down a hole,
Where March Hare’s late... as usual.
If you like heroes found in comics,
Read Captain Carrot, he’s supersonic.
I can't forget Crusader Rabbit,
He rides a horse and feeds it carrots.
I’m sure you've heard of Beatrix Potter’s
Tales of Peter, and his sisters and brothers.
All these rabbits were once wild bunnies,
Now in movies, books and funnies.
Why, even magicians pull rabbits out of hats.
Your three wee kittens were left alone
While Mummy Bunny left on her own
To gather food bits to feed her wee kits
Waiting for her safe return.
I surely hope I’ve allayed all your fears,
Don't worry, your bunnies are here for years.
But there's one more bunny I should address,
And I'll tell you who so you needn't guess
This bunny's the one we might like best:
It's the Easter Bunny, au chocolat*!!
Xav and Aine were much relieved
To let their bunnies
Live wild and free.
*Thank you, Granda.
Hope to see you soon.
Happy Easter, and too-da-loo*.
And off they hopped for some Easter treats,
Pumper got his treat back home.
Leftover from dinner-
A tofu hambone.
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
To imagine the imagination
Is to be drawn into the fire
For those
Creative experience’s
Are hard wired
Enchanted escalade
Up the mountain of archetypes
There your gift of expression widens
In a poetic array of wonder
Together WE
Rain down on the weary world
And a spark of light so blindingly bright
Brings sight to the busy ants
The hole dug today
Was just for tonight
Dear rabbits it’s time to dig another one!
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
The cover never tells the truth,
for every story... has papercuts
when you've turned the page.
Every fable can tell a tale,
some sweet as pie, but not all apples are
syrupy, some putrefy from the core.
For this cover shows her reading,
while rabbits playfully play.
Not one for ill suspense..
The book was different ways to
cook rabbit, she knew they
attended this spot.
Know your pray,
Remember that to be at ease
gives them a false sense of passivity.
Now when your ready, make your move..
The best practice is to scare, for a moment of
uncertainty will make then scatter in directions
not uniformed..
With that she slammed the books pages together,
startled bunnies ran in all directions...
The ground around sewn with steel teeth
awaiting
gentle steps to snap shut...
She stood up proud, that the book was true,
not all tales are fairy tales some are truthful.
As a few were still squirming, she did an act
of kindness, the book heavy as it came down.
The family will feed well tonight,
she had to wipe off the fur
but there were plenty more stories
of how to capture and create
that fairy tale meal..
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
Louis: _‘There’s something about shooting that makes a man feel fully alive.’_
Anne: _‘Unlike the birds I suppose.’_
Louis: _‘They’re born to be shot, my dear. Like rabbits...and poets.’_
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 5:25 PM UTC
When I was a child I thought about wind.
Where did it come from, how did it begin?
Was it caused, at all, by the waving of the trees?
Was the waving of the trees, caused by the breeze?
I still to this day, remember thinking many things.
As a child my mind pondered, how do birds use their wings?
How and why, do rabbits hop,
Why do fish swim and firecrackers pop?
Ants are plum crazy, how they dig in the dirt,
I wear my pants but my sister wears a skirt?
Why does it rain and why are you sad?
Does the light switch frighten away all the bad?
Now that I’m older I still think alot.
The problem now seems... oh **** I forgot!
Brian Hill - 2019 - February
Inspired by the mind of my young brain..
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Bunny
Rabbit ear’s pointing up towards the sky.
They are listening out for the bunnies that are calling out for love,
To begin their wail.
In search of a love, he is always hoping to find.
One he could love would be the one,
Who could make him wag his bright eyed bushy tail.
He knows that a wiggle of the nose is the way to go,
To find himself a mate.
Her silhouette is his reflection, a mirror version;
A recognizable shape and a friendly face.
He hops over to say hello to the mystery carrot eater.
“Hello, how are you today? My name is Bouncer”
“Hi; I’m Leaper.”
And so the love story begins;
The bouncing, the leaping and carrot eating.
A sharing of a pleasant dream.
Only into each other’s arms are the lover’s a leaping.
On past the flowers and down into their burrow.
Bouncer and Leaper snuggle up next to each other, nice and close.
They stay down in their warren to keep each other warm,
Until spring is sprung and the kit baby is born…
And then Bouncer can hop off outside,
To fetch his Leaper a rose of thorns.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC