I remember Easter Sunday 
It was colorful and fun 
The new life that I’d begun 
In my new cage. 

I was just a little thing 
When they brought me from the store 
And they put me on the floor 
In my cage. 

They would take me out to play 
Love and pet me all the time 
Then at day’s end I would climb 
In my cage. 

But as days and weeks went by 
I saw less of them it seemed 
Of their loving touch I dreamed 
In my cage. 

In the night outside their house 
I felt sad and so neglected 
Often scared and unprotected 
In my cage. 

In the dry or rainy weather 
Sometimes hotter sometimes colder 
I just sat there growing older 
In my cage. 

The cat and dog raced by me 
Playing with each other only 
While I sat there feeling lonely 
In my cage. 

Upon the fresh green grass 
Children skipped and laughed all day 
I could only watch them play 
From my cage. 

They used to take me out 
And let me scamper in the sun 
I no longer get to run 
In my cage. 

Once a cute and cuddly bunny 
Like a little ball of cotton 
Now I’m grown up and forgotten 
In my cage. 

I don’t know what went wrong 
At the home I did inhabit 
I just grew to be a rabbit 
In my cage. 

But they’ve brought me to the pound 
I was once loved and enjoyed 
Now I wait to be destroyed 
In my cage. 

http://www.rabbit.org/journal/3-7/brandolino-poem.html