Bunny

Bunny, It’s more than just an animal, 

more than another world for a cute little rabbit, 

it’s more than that, 

it’s what I’ve become. 

It’s a free-spirited version of me in a bit sized cheerful body. 

It’s the nickname. 

Yes, it’s a nickname, 

I never expected to get, 

but once I did I felt whole. 

It’s a nickname given by the one and only. 

The original that only someone like me could have hoped to

stumble across when least looking for it. 

Bunny, it’s that cute little doodled graffiti on the corner of all my 

paper and my new mark on the world. 

It’s the part of me that not only did I adopt, 

but it also adopted me. 

It’s the metaphor in my life that proves that though 

I may not feel like I’m going far, 

I’m really covering some ground, 

moving steadily to where I want to make it. 

It, not even just that. It’s that initial drive I get my heart gets meanwhile 

a challenge comes our way, even how even though it may 

seem bigger than us at the moment and even though we might not be completely 

prepared for what we’re getting ourselves into we don’t let that shake us. 

It’s maturity that only ripens like a sweet piece of fruit over time. 

Bunny, it’s the new movement that entered into life, revamped it, 

turning it upside down for a moment. 

It then told me to enjoy the view, 

before I got to work on changing what could become better, 

what needed to change. 

Bunny, it’s a word brought a whole new outlook, 

a new camera lens that I didn’t even know I was missing out and how differently 

I’d begin seeing the world through it. 

Bunny, it’s not only my favorite animal 

but also the topic of the open book I tend to be at times.