Poetry. From the broken soul.

Goodbye Snowflake- A rabbit poem

I went outside
to do my chores one morning.
I shiver
because it is cold.
Weird-
It's the end of July.
Supposed to be warm,
Not cold.
Never cold.

But ignoring the fact,
I walk to the rabbits
who are
hopping in a cages.

I walk to Snowflake.
I speak her name,
Softly then louder.

As she doesn't move,
I say a little louder and she-
freaks out, she moves.
She runs around her cage.
Mad I say
she does a flip
Then on the floor she lay.
Silent.

Tears come to my eyes,
as I run to the house
I run to my father.
I tell him to help her,
He gets up and grabs
A bottle of
something
that I
-Don't know what-
It is...

We walk,
well I run,
To her cage.
She breaths still
But weak
Very
quiet.
Almost gone.

I tell dad to help her,
He says he cannot.
He takes her out of the cage.
Tells me to carry her babies.
Yes she had babies,
Seven in fact.
Seven little cuties,
to be orphaned.

We get to the house,
Snowflake still alive.
I tell dad to
put her out of pain.

As he can
with the bottle
he carried.

I kiss her head,
tears streaming from my eyes.
My first bunny is dying,
I can't help but cry.

My dad gets the syringe
and fills it with fluid.
He pokes the needles in her
and lets it out slowly.

I tell her I love her,
one last time,
as she closes her eyes.
Her heart stops.

We put her away in a shoebox for now.
We take care of her babies,
she has left

I promise from then
From then on,
I never forget her,
For ever on.

Dedicated to Snowflake February 2, 2007- July 23, 2008