Bunny - a Prose Poem for the Sunday Muse

Devon Aoki
by Mikael Jansson 

I was calm 

it was calm 

beautiful sunny morning 

eating grass and 

once in a while

scratching my ear 

seems I'd done this 

near every day of my life 

Contentment 

surrounded me 

my mother had 

taught me well

cows and horses 

were my friends 

the pigs leave them alone 

they group together 

have a life of their own 

Dogs 

dogs were different 

to them you are prey 

a real meal treat 

raw and bloody 

unlike the 

two legged folk who 

take you in 

bake your brains 

my mother taught me well 

choose my friends 

with care mind my 

surroundings 

Different 

differently 

this day started  

I stopped munching 

wet grass wouldn't last 

groups of folk 

riding horses 

horses my friends 

but not today 

captive and submissive 

to leather and whips 

And 

the dogs 

pretty ones 

hounds of a kind 

finding a bunny 

bunny rabbit like me 

it was me 

chasing me in circles 

closer and closer 

to tragedy  

I had to run 

to where there 

was no end 

Friend 

my friend 

they'd shot him dead 

laying there in the grass 

I was to be next 

Backyard Bunny Rabbit at Peace 
©Jimmiehov 2016 

Broke 

somehow 

I'd broken away 

out of my circle 

I ran and hopped 

this way gun in hand 

how did that get there 

could I shoot it 

with my small 

paw 

Why 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Side Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2016, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo with others to choose from Carrie at the Sunday Muse #245 at  

https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/02/sunday-muse-245.html?m=1 

 - Note, 223 words used for this write of a Maximum of 369 allowed, always now

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Around and Around - a write for Friday Writings

 - Rommy has invited us to use ‘pivot’ (or any variation of the word) in our poetry or prose.  Pivot:  NOUN -- the central point, pin, or shaft on which a mechanism turns or oscillates.  central shaft fulcrumaxis axleswivelpinhub  

 To see, read, other "spinning" writes I have posted go to the link below: 

 https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=top 

 

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Ceiling Pivot; Palace Prison 

    Perched way up high 

It's hot up here     

    Ceiling fan my perch 

Can't scratch my nose     

    Sleeping most times 

Sans sleeping pills     

    Hide from the light 

My eyes are trained     

    Turned on at dusk 

Spot intruders     

    'til comes midnight 

They'd best not stay     

    When nights are hot 

Might sweat a lot     

    Ceiling fan goes on

Blades pivoting     

    Cools the air 

I hang on tight     

    Turns round and round  

Blades turning fast     

    Hanging on tight 

Don't dare get down     

    Don't want to fall 

No one to catch     

    Spin 'round the light 

Until it stops     

Note:  This is a four-verse, four-syllable-per-line write.  You can read four ways, down each column separately as single writes, down one way followed by down the second, or across the page, not minding the gap.  

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 Here we have a view of a ceiling in a bedroom. This was while we toured the Royal Yacht Britannia during our visit to Edinburgh, Scotland. 

 While there we found this pretty stuffed bear riding on top of a ceiling fan in one of the bedrooms. We have no explanation for why it was there.  

Outside there were a few clouds, see the pictures at the bottom.  Our daughter below, KP, was with us for this overseas visit.

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 I have previously posted the items below the Note and the Ceiling Fan above on Friday 17, 2008, when I participated in the Sky Watch activity.  That group is still going except I would get sooo many comments that I could not afford the time taken to answer on the other's posts.

http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2008/10/skywatch-friday-my-fourteenth-at-top-of.html 

Other Participants and How to Have Your Own Skywatch

- Poem Copyrite, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

- I am linked with Rommy (see her above directions) at the Friday Writings at  

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/02/friday-writings-62-pivot.html 

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Resolutions, Vows - a Poem for dVerse Poetics

Vaison-la-Romaine, Vaucluse, Provence-Alpes-Cote d'Azur, France 
Courtesy Home and Garden TV, House Hunters International  

February Not to be Forgotten 

February in our house 

will never be forgotten 

Misses and I were married  

the twenty-fourth of this month 

Church Bells rang we were dressed up 

Dressed fit to kill or marry 

We repeated our vows way back 

Back in time long fifty years 

The preacher was old fashioned 

Surprise vow he inserted 

Vow shocking the new Misses 

Said "Love, honor and OBEY 

We'll say those vows soon again 

Gone will be the OBEY part 

We'll have an important part 

Second honeymoon comes next 

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Mr. and Mrs. Jim's wedding picture

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Bottom Photo by Jimmiehov 2010, All Rights Reserved (URL).  Top Photo by Jimmiehov of our TV screen, see reference at the photo. 

 - I am linked with PaeansUnplugged for the prompt Idea of "Resolutions" at

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/31/poetics-resolving-to-resolve/ ,

and our Marriage Vows immediately came to mind.  I have been teasingly asking Mrs. Jim for us renew our vows, quite often with the Morning Kiss.  Her reply, I don't need to renew mine, I haven't done anything bad that calls for this."   Finally, we will probably do this.  Maybe a Cruise ship or at San Antonio where our first honeymoon was. 

 - Visit our other writers work here .

"My love for you has no end"

NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 19 -- a Poem, Love