The Bunny

The boys poked, prodded, and jabbed

At the pathetic bunny corpse.

One got it in the eye, the cornea.

It oozes out like the

Brine from a tuna can.

Another boy kept trying

To flip it over and it just tangle into a knot like shoe laces, but

The smallest boy just

Kept gently flicking the bunny’s

Longest of ears for a while.

The ears that could hear everything ever said.

Then my therapist

Informed me my session

Was up and the bunny was indeed

Dead, it’s time to let go, and to stop

Poking at it.  Just

Remember how full

Of grace it was.

Next week we will continue to

Work on simply

Letting Go.