The Paw of a Bunny So Small, So Kind

His small body is supported by the palm of my hand

As he watches everything unfold from up above, safely carried

in my embrace.

He sits like a king on his throne,

with one of his paws curled lovingly around my finger.

We’re holding hands as we go.

The earth is quiet; he does not speak; in silence, he bears it all,

the beauty and the pain. There is more beauty

than there is pain.

There is so, so much beauty, and it’s all for him to see.

Where do we wander, my beloved one?

Below the starlight and the milky ways; below the weeping branches

of a common forest tree.

What has his rabbit mind dreamt up for this world?

It is so late now; suppose I’ll never know.

For S. Your journey was unfairly short,

as all precious things tend to be.