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.