There was a tiny, black rabbit hiding in my courtyard
He was so small I could fit it in my hand's palm
It had a spot resembling a harp in his left paw, so I named him Bard
It surprised me because it remained so calm!
Little Bard and I went inside the house because it was raining outside
We dried ourselves up, I with a towel and him with a small handkerchief
He had red eyes. Just like me! Well, he had the whole thing. Me? Only the inner side
It was the prettiest rabbit I had ever seen! I wanted to keep it, so I went to ask the chief
He said yes! I'm so happy! But, I have to take full responsibility for him
Now, I should get him food, water, a bed, and maybe a dress!
Although, he is a male... well, it would look super grim!
My little Bard and I were inseparable I must confess
I carry his left paw on my belt
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FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
