david jewell poet

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20 baby bunny poems for Clementine.

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canine tooth

pierced fur

bunny didn’t

know. wolf:

no thought––

pure instinct––

baby bunny,



retro-bunny whiplash

little ears revolving––

lettuce lettuce lettuce––

let us pray.

bunny with white tail,

like a little cloud,

bouncing above

the loopy dream.


baby bunny


paisley air

sassafrass . . .

psychedelic roses

everything is

brand new emerald

spring world.


baby bunny feels so lucky

he has four rabbit’s feet,

even bunny feet

make him feel special.

hippiity-hop. hippity-hop.

down to the casino,

betting it all on red, number 27,



baby bunny toothache––

frozen dinner or split pea soup,

rationalizations everywhere––

the complex matrix of


burns calories like

litmus paper in a bonfire . . .

it’s more than dinner . . .

it’s … illusion.


baby bunny jazzer

in a band downtown

goes in the back door from

the alley––doesn’t make

a sound until he gets on stage

and the blue light hits his ears.

then he blows his horn, man,

like a crazy-sad-sorrowful-blue,

and puts everyone back inside themselves

where they live.


baby bunny’s sister wanted to get her ears pierced.

mama bunny was against it,

it was a new thing in the bunny world . . .

all the young bunnies were doing it!

but the rabbits were not pleased,

––they make noise, said momma bunny,

all you need it to make it easier for wolf.

––momma, don’t be paranoid, said sister bunny,

I don’t want to live in fear all my life!


momma rabbit said, sister baby, you’re a bunny,

thre is a lot to be afraid of . . .

everywhere, every field, every shadow.

baby sister bunny laughed and laughed,

and then she got her ears pierced.

she hippity-hopped back home,

making quite a racket.

momma bunny sighed, and shook her head.


bunny in a strait-jacket.

bunny on thorazine.

bunny with complicated

psychological problems––

things aren’t always

as they seem––little bunny

just follow your dreams––

“be the love you are looking for”.


the grass is so tall to the baby bunny,

like green skyscrapers.


baby bunny identity crises––

hearing how many rabbits there are and

how quickly they multiply,

it occurs to him––

if so many bunnies are being born . . .

why don’t you see them everywhere?

what does it mean?!

maybe this place really is dangerous!


baby bunny in a suitcase.

baby bunny running away to the circus.

running away from the green fields.

running away from momma bunny

and poppa bunny.

on an adventure.

a brave bunny, who must explore.

but what kind of place is the circus

for a little baby bunny?


the lions and tigers pace, restless––

thunder roars, hungry––

they look impatient.  the elephants

are walking skyscrapers––or, really

more like whole city blocks––and

the horses are mercurial and lovely,

but huge––unpredictable––

they are everywhere at once––

be careful baby bunny!!!


baby bunny wanted a tattoo,

he knew it would make his parents furious––

but, what was the big deal?

all the circus stars had them,

except the trapeze artists––

and some of them had tattoos too––

where you couldn’t see them so easy––

it was like a rite of passage.


appearing in the universe in three dimensions

after 14 billion years of appointments

and scheduled meetings and perparations

of every kind––materials all gathered

from supernova explosions etc. etc.––

not like you can go to the store––all the

various evolutions––and here he was finally––

baby bunny––for a limited time engagement.


bunny in a freak show

painted lime green with glow-in-the-dark ink

and food coloring––

it did keep the tigers from looking at him and

sniffing at him in that hungry way.

but it made him feel so dumb, especially

when the tent went dark and he was

the main attraction––a hopping green dot

in empty blackness. sometimes they played

the sound of Pac-Man during the show,

which seriously annoyed him to no end.


one night at the circus after bunny had finished

his hopping green dot in empty space routine––

(the kids went wild for it, and the parents

were always pleasantly amused)––

well, one night, as baby bunny

was leaving his dressing room with

just of few splotches of dayglo

green ink on his floppy ears,

he was met by a girl baby bunny

who had been waiting outside

to get his autograph.


baby bunny was amazed

to have a girl baby bunny fan––

she said she’d seen every show he’d done

while they were in her town––but they’d

only be there another day––so

she wanted to invite him over for dinner––

with her whole family, of course, and

baby bunny said, ––yes! yes yes yes!


baby bunny got on his baby Harley and

headed out with the rest of the circus,

leaving a red rose on the front porch

of the girl baby bunny who had been

his first fan––and his first date––

and his first love––and maybe,

when he came back through town

next year, he’d get to see her, and

their children, and their grandchildren,

and their great-grandchildren–– . . .


maybe baby bunny

wasn’t such a baby


not quite a rabbit––

but no longer a bunny.

did he want to stay with the circus forever?

the questions of life never stopped

expanding inside his mind.


july 2015


the quote in #9 is a phrase I saw written in concrete

on the sidewalk, one block from my apartment,

I don’t know anything else about it . . .

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