It was Easter Sunday,

A bright and sunny day,

I remember it so well

Inside my wire cage.

The kids all shouted with glee,

As they grabbed my tender ears,

They didn’t know it hurt me,

They didn’t know my fears.

They restrained me in their arms,

My little heart beat so fast,

I whimpered in pain and fear,

How long was this torture to last?

As the days went by they lost interest,

I stayed alone in my tiny home,

It was outside in the yard,

I was cold and so alone.

I grew bored and oh so lonely,

How I longed to romp once more,

To frolic in the soft green clover,

Won’t someone please open my door?

Then one day I was taken,

From the only home I’d known,

To be put in a cardboard box,

Frightened and so alone.

I was put in yet another cage,

Where I stayed for only a day or so,

Then was taken to a  little room,

What was this?  I did not know.

A man came out with a white coat on,

In his hand he held a syringe,

He stuck it in my tiny foot,

It was just a little twinge.

I soon fell fast asleep,

And it was very dark,

But then I heard a wondrous sound,

It was that of a golden harp.

I awoke to much commotion,

There were bunnies and cats and dogs,

Birds and horses and gerbils,

Elephants and cows and frogs.

What was this place? I mused aloud,

It was beautiful with meadows and trees,

Flowers and grass and CLOVER!

Ants and bugs and bees.

Another bunny with floppy ears,

Came hopping over a ridge,

Welcome my friend and furry fellow,

Welcome to The Rainbow Bridge.

                       ©S. Hender

                       April 12th, 2003