I Wish I Weren'T a Bunny

I WISH I WEREN’T A BUNNY by JOHN M. ARRIBAS I never wanted to be a bunny, I’m not playing this game I’d reconsider a puma: a lion with a frightening mane But that’s not my fate, I’m a bunny, a defenseless toy Other creatures have fangs, claws; they can deploy I have no defensive arms for use in personal defense Why nature created a sitting duck, just makes no sense My choice would be the fiercest critter ever seen Yep, you got the picture, the ferocious wolverine Indian lore says, one could cause a village to vacate Moving in on his territory was a fatal mistake He’d come after you, if on horse back or if on foot He’d destroy your tepees and lodges all gone, kaput But alas, that’s not me: in spite of what I’d like to be I’m a bunny with soft fur, that’s something we all can see I have soft long ears, and a wiggly waggely tail A cute sniffing nose, my gifted maneuvers never fail Maybe for you, but doesn’t satisfy my lifelong dream I’m a ferocious beast inside willing to dominate the scene Mother nature could have given me more traits to bear Like those big hind legs and speed she gave to the hare Or a cotton tail that can avoid danger by simply leaping I spend the day, daydreaming or silently sleeping But all in all; the object of my wishes and self esteem Is to wake up tomorrow in the body of a wolverine Each day when I open my eyes, it’s the same old story My status hasn’t changed, I’m the example of lonely When I first arrived every body came over to see me I was the new thing on the block a real live novelty But as time progressed visitors were fewer in number Reducing my activities to intermittent slumber Bunny (2) I can’t complain I have fresh vegetables every day And usually some company, if the kids decide to play But I’m a one man show unable to live up to my reputation As a prolific contributor in expanding the population Each night I pray when I wake a willing doe will appear I know she is somewhere but unfortunately, not here In a dream the other night, I was lightening quick Instead of hippity n hopping, I was lickety split Those wishes that constantly flood my senses Doused by the existence of surrounding fences I’ll just have to accept my lot, be docile, not mean But between you and I, I’d rather be a wolverine