The fate of the rabbit 

img_0503I have small rabbit
Caged in a box
A lone little creature
With one floppy ear

It maims but the carrots, and salads, and roots
And still it’s imprisoned on my human moods

I could though release it
Make it run free,
The fox would then eat it
And tear it apart

So I weigh the bad, the doom, and the curse
Against its survival, albeit it’s perverse

How can I establish
When good does more harm
If I am but thinking
in my poor realm

I would have to grow beyond my own zone
A frightening journey into the unknown