The Hutch
With blinding speed she crossed the hutch,
Attacked new rabbit, beat it such
That cuddly rabbit knew its place;
Into a corner cowered in case –Attack resumed, but stopped it did
For into the hutch I flew to rid
The older rabbit of the thought
That I'd permit – so whump she got.Nice thing, such instinct, clean and clear,
Unlike the actions we hold dear;
Which get results the same as her,
But softly knifed without a stir.We sugar-cold and pedal soft;
Our dignity we hold aloft;
Above all else deceitful is
Our heart at home and in our biz.“So who indeed knows heart within?”
The prophet asked ’bout worldly spin
“About as clear as in a pond
We see our visage and respond –“For light's behind our leaning face,
So vague that features we embrace
As being ours – we think we know
Just who we are – but is it so?”Here, in the actions of the hutch,
I see my heart reflected such
That I am sobered – it's so clear
In rabbit lives – our hearts appear.navigation