Fourteen
Fourteen murdered bunnies
Naked, in plain view.
Heads all in a bucket
Staring back at you.
Fourteen headless bunnies
Haunt me in my dreams.
Raising hairs, these hares;
I still hear them scream.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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