Lucky Rabbits Feet

This mis-shapened skull is a hole and dreams are several hundreds of little jumping rabbits.

I see them leap out and upon the linolium, so I scatter quickly to catch them all.

Squeeky, jittery, flinging, flying, fuzzy, poofy, red-eyed balls!

A cleaver swing and off popped the tiny furry things in which they used to spring.

Now there are gallons of good luck all over my kitchen floor and i need more.

Red splatter and bunny chatter as I danced around in it with glee.

All my hopes were once fluffy bunnies that had escaped.

Now they look so silly sleeping in this massive crimson lake.

11/17/2006