Third Birthday by Lynn White

Third Birthday

Until I was three I had a pet rabbit.
For a long time
I took him everywhere with me.
He was made of felt
and stood upright
tall and thin
holding a bright orange carrot
in front
of his yellow chest.
I held him by his ears
which were dark green like his back.
And then
my mother decreed he had become
too shabby, too dirty
to be my constant companion.
A wash did not improve
his appearance too successfully.
So he became my sleeping partner
and I still loved him as much.
And then
for my third birthday
he was allowed
to come to tea.
I was sick,
too much cake,
my mother said.
I was sick
all over
my pet rabbit.
And then
he disappeared.
No one knew where.
“He’s gone,”
they said
hippy hop.
I never saw him again.

© 2018 Lynn White


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Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Her poem ‘A Rose For Gaza’ was shortlisted for the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition 2014. This and many other poems, have been widely published. Find Lynn at:


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