Blank eye staring unseeingly across the room.
What does he think of what goes on around him?
Conjoined ears, sealed and unable to hear.
Does he agonise about what is said in his presence?
No legs at all, unable to run and frolic around.
Is he frustrated at not being able to move?
Little or no tail to twitch and wiggle at others.
Can he feel the pain of not being able to communicate his fear?
Fur is non – existent his flesh is bare and cracked.
Will he be warm enough in the depth of winter?
Teeth are not visible to the casual observer.
How can he eat the tender and tasty morsels he desires?
Burrows are not to be found in the stark environment in which he resides.
When will he be able to rest, comfortable warm and safe?
Decaying plaster rabbit on the cracked and crumbling wall of the bathroom.
Who else can see your strange and wonderful form but me I wonder?
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