Little Bunny: An Easter Poem

There was a little rabbit, whose complaint I overheard:

He said, “I wish I weren’t a bunny! I’d rather be a bird –

Or some kind of creature that doesn’t have to hide

When Easter rolls around again, and drives me inside.

I’m an introverted bunny; I don’t like all this fuss –

The company and egg-hunts and all this “we” and “us”.

I’d really rather stay at home and watch a DVD –

I’m not the kind of bunny for Easter gaiety.

But I know what it’s about. I’ve heard all the talk –

How, long ago, they killed a man, and watched him rise and walk.

I’ve heard of the stone that they say was rolled away –

What difference does it make to me?” I heard him say;

“Would Jesus have time for a bunny underground

Who comes out when it’s night and no one’s around?

I wonder if the humans feel as hesitant as I -

If I were them, I’d hop right up to Jesus, and say hi.”