soarable bunneigh, small but cuddleigh
soft and fluffeigh, light, so aireigh

up she soars, with ears like oars
row through sky, or flutter or fly

folks say she’s weird. funneigh, even full of quirk

whatever you say, bunneigh says. come what may
one day you’ll pray, you’re on the same way

oh and, she’s born on a sunday