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talkingsoup) wrote2006-10-18 09:17 am
talkingsoup) wrote2006-10-18 09:17 am
I'm An Evil, Evil Person
Hooray for poetry about bunnies and death! I just had to.
Wee Bunny was a small, small thing
He lived a contented life
In a bush beneath an apple tree
His life was free of strife.
He spent his days just nibbling grass
Never straying far from home
But though he stayed so very small
Wee Bunny longed to roam.
Every day he’d take one more
Step out into the world
The further he went the more he saw,
The humans, skunk and squirrel.
One day Wee Bunny strayed too far
Into the sweet green grass
The air was crisp, the sky was blue
But the calm it would not last.
For in that sky awaited Death
A hawk with eyes of gold
She spotted Wee Bunny from high above
As he hopped into the cold.
She folded her wings and dove on down
A missile through the air
Diving as fast as a hawk can dive
But Wee Bunny was unaware.
She hit like a bomb and a giant cloud
Of dirt and feathers spread
The smoke cleared and revealed the scene
Poor Wee Bunny was dead.
So take heart, dear readers: if you’re a bunny
And you step out for a munch
Remember not to wander too far
Or you’ll be somebody’s lunch!
Not much new under the rain. One more class and then it's Fall Break!!! I'm glad cause Julie's been stressing and now she gets to actually sleep, yay!
Ah, Chapter 8 of Not That I Care is up, woot. I wasn't sure about it at first, but I guess it's okay. In any case, link is in the sidebar.
Wee Bunny was a small, small thing
He lived a contented life
In a bush beneath an apple tree
His life was free of strife.
He spent his days just nibbling grass
Never straying far from home
But though he stayed so very small
Wee Bunny longed to roam.
Every day he’d take one more
Step out into the world
The further he went the more he saw,
The humans, skunk and squirrel.
One day Wee Bunny strayed too far
Into the sweet green grass
The air was crisp, the sky was blue
But the calm it would not last.
For in that sky awaited Death
A hawk with eyes of gold
She spotted Wee Bunny from high above
As he hopped into the cold.
She folded her wings and dove on down
A missile through the air
Diving as fast as a hawk can dive
But Wee Bunny was unaware.
She hit like a bomb and a giant cloud
Of dirt and feathers spread
The smoke cleared and revealed the scene
Poor Wee Bunny was dead.
So take heart, dear readers: if you’re a bunny
And you step out for a munch
Remember not to wander too far
Or you’ll be somebody’s lunch!
Not much new under the rain. One more class and then it's Fall Break!!! I'm glad cause Julie's been stressing and now she gets to actually sleep, yay!
Ah, Chapter 8 of Not That I Care is up, woot. I wasn't sure about it at first, but I guess it's okay. In any case, link is in the sidebar.