Rabbit

I once grew a garden

when the world and I were young,

rows of food to feed my

 smiling, leggy children,

all those summers in the sun.

Fat rabbit,

you wandered down the rows,

eating as you pleased,

then you'd lie down for a snooze

beside me

as I plucked weed after weed.

You grew and grew,

and then one day

went missing from your cage.

I suspect a neighbourhood hunter

came and carried you away.

I remember my summer garden

when the world and I were young,

and a soft fat gentle rabbit

lying beside me

in the sun.

for The Sunday Muse