I’m writing this in tribute to a brave individual, who ventured too far from those he could trust and reckoned too highly on his own abilities. Let us all read and learn from his tragedy. This happened yesterday, in my own front yard.
THE SAD SONG OF BUBBLES WHITE SCHMELTZ
by Marian Allen
He was only a little white rabbit
With eyes of a delicate red.
He broke with his safety and habit
And now he is probably dead.
His mistress obeyed not her father
Who, when she ignored Bubbles’ needs
Because they were just too much bother,
Turned Bubbles out into the weeds.
At first, Bubbles stayed on the Schmeltz grounds
Enjoying his freedom at home
And played with the Schmeltz cats and Schmeltz hounds
But then he decided to roam.
So Bubbles came up to the Allens’
Where things were not safe and not sweet,
Where cats have sharp teeth and long talons
And dogs think a rabbit is meat.
In spite of the Allens’ best trying,
The DOG was seen, mouth full of white.
Poor Bubbles was probably dying
And gently went to that good night.
But let us not call Bubbles “hero”.
He went where he oughtn’t to go.
The score is DOG-one, BUBBLES-zero
Which I am down-hearted to know.
Oh, heed me, thou little white rabbits!
Remember poor Bubbles, too free!
Stray not from thy homes and thy habits
Lest this fate should happen to THEE!
Mom and I are pretending that Joe carried Bubbles into the woods and released him, and he went home. Other people’s dogs bring their kills to their Mistresses for praise, in which case I might have been able to save a wounded rabbit or at least deliver the remains for burial, but NO, Joe wasn’t about to answer my calls. He flat ignored me. I am not best pleased with him. See if I share my next kill with him!
WRITING PROMPT: Did your main character have a pet as a child? Or a child as a pet?