My Bunny

His fur like snow
so soft, so white.
His legs can carry him
like a sprinting lightning bolt.
His eyes glisten
in the reflection of the water.
His cuspate tail
always moving when imperiled.
Sometimes I wonder,
does he love me the way I love him?
His auricular ears
not missing a sound.
His mile-long whiskers
moving with his kisser.
He sleeps at night
and plays at day.
He treats everyone with care
snuggling in tight at night.
He's my bunny.
He's my Harry.