Rhyming Rabbits, Cats, Dogs and Parrots

The Pet Poetry contest deadline has arrived and all entries are in. Our crack panel of poetry judges - Lilith and Eve Bunny - is busy reading and critiquing every verse and would like to remind all participants that bribes will not affect their final decision but they'd be happy to receive them just the same (they're very partial to carrots and banana chips). What a challenge, to pick the one best poem from all the delightful multispecies entries - from rabbits, rats, prairie dogs, cats, dogs and a parrot! But the judges believe they have the task firmly in paw and will be able to reach a decision within the next couple of weeks.

In the meantime, here are the new entries we've received this month. As you may recall from last month's column, Phoebe Peoples, Rabbit extraordinaire, entered a sample of her work, and this month we have several submissions from Phoebe's house rabbit companions, Louisa May Apricot (aka Lammie), Lady Lorelai, and Woesy and her African gray parrot companion, Coozie.

Louisa chooses a subject with which she's quite familiar, herself:

I'm small, I'm fast, my feet are quick
I slip, I dart, I do my tricks
Flash back and forth, to and fro,
Scoot under furniture, there I go!
You can't nab me,
I'm Lammie.

I run, I jump, I sit and watch,
Through your hands, under your crotch,
I hide, I sneak, I play with toys,
Flirt with all the unspayed boys,
I run, I jump high with glee
Cause I'm Lammie.

I visit, I lick, giving kisses,
Catching me will give you misses.
I creep, I check, smell it all,
Rub my chin on sister's ball,
I love it all, cause I'm bun- nee.
Call me Lammie.

The talented Lorelai Peoples writes of her life, and her favorite things in a poem aptly titled "Lorelai's Favorites":

A summer's blue
Green grass' smell
My shiny bell
Big tastes of hay.

The pumpkin there
Crisp apple's bite
Carrot sweet,
Petting at night.

A cardboard tube
Sock doll dear
Spoons' clatter
Cold fruit.

My favorite things
Here with me
Home at last
Happy me.

I think the final verse really says it all - a bunny is only truly "home" when she is among her favorite things.

Woesy, a spunky Dutch rabbit, brings a touch of rabbit philosophical wisdom to the popular theme of happy things:

Can you see into my eyes of age?
I'm Woesy rabbit, not a sage.
I have seen so much in my short days,
Pain, rejection and happier ways
Many things have happened to me
But on I go, the future to see.

I lived in a pet place, so they say,

The copyright of the article Rhyming Rabbits, Cats, Dogs and Parrots in Rabbits & Rodents is owned by Dorothy Hoffman. Permission to republish Rhyming Rabbits, Cats, Dogs and Parrots in print or online must be granted by the author in writing.

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