SOFT RAIN

A poem

The soft rain tramples
The earth and soaks the soil
Flooding the garden
With her tears of wonderful, whimsical sadness
Of a little white rabbit
That stood still, had the runs and then died-
Flopped over, a wee thing.
The grief of a young child over
a dead pet knows no bounds,
Eyelids are heavy with drowned hopes
As Daddy has said ‘no’ to another rabbit:
Let’s make do with just one dog,
Four hamsters, two turtles
And a couple of fishes
swirling in a jar.
As Mummy sighs in raspy relief.

Inspired by a short-lived birthday present of Isabel’s, a little white rabbit named Vanilla that died the day after it came to us (poor little thing.)