Bunny Cake

The cake sat in the fridge-

Cold,

Alone,

and separated from the world.

 

The cake was delivered from the fridge, and

Carried to the table

In order to be metamorphasized

Into artwork- messied and imperfect.

 

The cake lie on the table

as the children covered

Its clear, white frosting with

Red, yellow, green, blue, pink, Black.

 

It gained ears covered in

Abstract designs of

Squiggles, lines, vectors,

Circles, squares and triangles.

 

The face gained two blue eyebrows

Situated like roofs above two beady black eyes.

The nose was small and red

Surrounded by blue whiskers.

 

The mouth was a

W upon its face, and

A goatee aged the cake

Beyond its short duration.

 

The cake's tie became a

Polka-dotted catterpillar

Crawling underneath its

No longer young, no longer pure face.

 

The cake sat.

The children ran outside

Scavenging for eggs

That symbolized a rebirth.

 

The cake sat.

The men played their guitars-

One a teen- keeping up with the

Fast changes; Two men- wise beyond their years.

 

The cake was cut,

and disappeared into separate

Dark holes.  The parts could never again be

Recovered.  And yet, the white bunny would rise again.

This poem is about: 
My family

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