Hare Raising

The rabbit died; it lost its head.
Tastes like chicken: what they said.
Skinning rabbit’s hard to do
When they’re staring back at you.
Truth is, they’re quite good to eat;
A protein source that can’t be beat.
Today’s events will haunt my dreams,
No one told me bunnies scream.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Delgado Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 9:06 PM
Very effective...!
Wolf Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 8:51 PM
This is the cat's meow, Jeff... Brought back memories of watching a cat slowly kill a bunny rabbit, but removing the skin from its back, and then --- but I can't tell you, as I almost had to throw up. And they call it 'Mother Nature.' Right...
Willason Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 5:20 PM
Rabbit was quite common on the table...done with bacon, a real treat. Now its overlooked or only on the menu of Michelin star restaurants and costs a weeks wages. Good one Jeff, stirred a few memories. Paul
Kyser Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 6:11 PM
My daughter's family raises them for food - I helped with the processing today. We like it smoked - very lean, better than chicken, I think. But there are certainly a lot of ways to cook it.
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