Bunny on the road

I almost ran over a bunny last night

Well I did run over her since it was too late to brake

Luckily she was still sitting there on the road, just as still

So I thought, what a brave soul

Or perhaps she has gone through some traumatic events recently

and she was about to make a statement of her lamentable life

She strove hard, but nobunny appreciated

She sought for love, but no one reciprocated

She wanted her voices to be heard

She wished her beauty to be admired

Maybe only blood could draw some attentions

So there she went, and stayed, right in the mid of the road

Waiting for that moment, a flash in the pan

But I didn't care, nor did any ensuing drivers behind me, I assume

She might be the one in a thousand from her bunnyland

Nonetheless she was no more than an ordinary bunny

Perhaps weak and frightened

Unable to stay away from the traffic

Too bad for her, unless she strove even harder to have her name known

There would be hardly anyone interested in her sorrow and pain