Soft, docile, creatures
Short, tall
Pudgy, thin
Black, brown, or white
You're loved all the same
Hopping here, hopping there
God and man's amusement
Silly rabbits
Chasing carrots
Lounging on the lawn
Looking for a cozy little nest
Just wanting to be petted
All the rabbits
Nameless whores
Given to man by God
For our pleasure
Not quite
...Peter or Bugs, the little fornicating, promiscuous animals that like hopping and humping. Just mother nature helping out those further up the food chain. It is not easy being delicious raw or cooked. Its a metaphor for evolution...I liked this poem-allets.
A very late reply, I may have
A very late reply, no, not quite Bugs so much as those soft little creatures that need reassurance and find it by spreading their legs. Perhaps a harsh view but so be it. I do like your take on feeding those higher up the food chain.