Rediscovering Rabbit Week
Does he think?
Too small to be real, bearing A marked resemblance to the trousered rabbit; Apparently knitted, The only clear distinction between him and the thing with which He holds communion being The cap of golden fuzz over the ears And definitely fingers. Rabbit is an artifact, however. Verily knitted. Rabbit, flung, sprawls Uncomplaining. Rabbit chewed Is mercifully bloodless; Rabbit, Inspected and abused, deserves A medal for patience. As for the other Small cuniculomorph, Agent of these ritual indignities And muttered spells, There is more behind the Blue-bead eyes than bears question, Far more than old nylon stockings and foam chips, There is (and wonder at it) Sufficient Unto itself and still enough to spare Of magic mind Wherewith to gaze life into his woollen ally So I could swear The beast reciprocates the stare. - And does he think?? |