Van Gogh Returns As a Rabbit
Van Gogh was dissatisfied with his new assignment.
He could not paint, for he did not have fingers.
He now had paws.
He liked the jumping that he could do,
And his ears were marvelous for hearing things.
He picked up the sounds of danger fast.
He looked up into the night sky and asked, “Why did I reincarnate as a rabbit?”
This is when he saw his own work of art, copied by God, in the night sky.
It made him feel honored and special.
“I can be a rabbit,” he said, in agreement.
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