27 June 2012
In the corner of my bedroom, Sits a figure of a rabbit, Staring out with GLASSy eyes, As became its habit.
Neglected for a lifetime, A garden piece no longer, The predicament this bunny's in, Only makes it stronger.
Sitting with its GLASSy eyes, It has the time to mull, Remember times of greatness, When every day was full.
Sitting in the garden centre, Belonging in the grass, Watching all the customers, Idly, lazily pass.
But now it sits in misery, A GLASSy figurine, Rarely taken notice of, Rarely ever seen.
Apologies, Mr Rabbit, I love your GLASS-eyes self, I promise when I wake up, I'll take you off that shelf.
GLASS-Eyed Bunny. • Opuss № I