Not a Bunny,He Is a Tiger
that frigidly cold new year
I was the sole bread earner
with a seriously sick husband
watery soup was all for dinner
it was time for Easter
and spring break at school
my just-turned-teenager wanted to help
some extra bucks, he said, would be cool
he donned a bunny costume
white with pink ears and belly
outside the store where I worked
he stood waving to all in winds, so chilly
him handing candy to little kids
I watched proudly from the window
posing for a picture when asked
my dauntless little hero
as we walked home that evening
I saw a man in his eyes that shone
might've been a bunny to all but
I was walking my tiger home.
Written on:07/25/2016
Contest:'Walking my tiger home' by David Lindsay
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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