Bunny

A little furry ball of love,
my pal and antistress live toy,
you’re always cute, whether you rove
around the room, hopping in play,

or lounging in your favourite spots,
sleeping in the shape of a loaf,
dreaming of apples and carrots,
leaving behind a number of

cocoa puffs produced from your gut,
next time stretched out in your length full,
showing your fluffy tail and butt.
Life without you would be so dull.

Sometimes you sit like the Sphinxes,
resting but alert nonetheless—
ears forwarded and nose twitches.
And when you flop, it’s sheer cuteness.

To see such a safe, relaxed bun
laying on side with ears flat back,
so that it looks like you have none,
is rare, at least with you, my wack,

as you get easily disturbed
when one ventures in your life space.
And you thump too when you’re perturbed,
and even mildly bite in case

you’ve had just enough of petting.
At times, though, when you feel like it,
you come to me for some snuggling,
not too much, just a proper bit.

I like to rub my hands and face
in your soft black velveteen fur.
That feels so calming and plain nice,
notably when you start to “purr”,

gritting your teeth as soon as I
start stroking your cheeks and forehead.
To give me kisses you’re not shy,
you lick me plenty on the head

and hands too with your soft pink tongue.
Then, when you beg me for some treats,
I can’t resist you, my li’l man,
jumping on bed, your big eye beads

anxiously leering at the crate
where I keep them. I like to feed
you using my hand as your plate,
my little messy pig, indeed.

I love the tickle of your whiskers
on my palm or even my face
as your triangle nose sniffles
all around your current meal place

for more of those delicious snacks.
When you’re washing yourself, I melt—
you stretch your legs, ears downward flex,
to properly clean your whole pelt.

You’re such an inquisitive pet
who likes to nibble on pillows
and slippers, but I can’t get mad
at you even when you bite holes.

Just watching you helps me destress.
When you nuzzle me, instantly,
my life feels an increment less
of a mess and I gleefully

listen to the fast beat of your
tiny heart, because I know that
it’s bigger than it sounds. What more
could I ask for? You’re the best pet!

Your affection is a real trove.
You’ve marked me as yours with your chin.
Yours’ the only kind of love
I fully trust and believe in.