Little bunny goes hop hop hop
Groom the dream, my dear
The sunrise is arriving
Inside, the windows locked
And the door is slightly open.
There’s a space behind
It’s dark and full of shadows;
That place where, at morning, the hallway resides
Is, at night, not there.
Keep the door locked
And keep it locked twice
And three if you can.
One night you might forget—
One of these locks;
But as long one’s still in place,
Everything but some specks would keep away.
Little bunny goes hop hop hop
The rain thumps mighty
Loud against the shutters;
It lulls you to sleep, and the exhaustion
Forgives you your holds.
Sleep tight, my dear
The sunrise would come running;
Sleep and dream and think,
There’s nothing to be done now.
When they ask you a question
Answer, but slyly;
Yet not too much, so that they see
The texture of your smiling.
Talk, and tell me your heart
Tell me your dreamings;
Wake up with some black pieces of strings
On your bed, on your bed, in your sheets.
And the covers by the wall.
Little bunny goes
Hop hop hop
Heartbeat goes running, running, running in your chest
But the hours are getting tighter;
Cover yourself up, keep yourself warm
You don’t need the light, you’re not a kid anymore.
Go to sleep,
Exhaustion keeps you dreaming
Dreaming of tomorrow, and of yesterday,
And of a past yet to have begin.
Sit down on the bench,
By the tree, its leaves are orange
And purple, they sit
Right beside you, head low.
The mutters are barely audible,
But you feel them in your veins;
You lean closer to hear better
The sound their silent lips, that they make.
Head shifts closer, sound by your ear
They ask you a question, so answer
Lies are like sand
They stick in your shoes forever
And when the sand overflows
And flows and flows and flows
It would become this blemish,
This blemish on your foot soles.
Wake up, there’s sand in your pillow.
Little bunny goes hop
Creeeeeak, creeeeeeeak, creeeeeeeeeak
Tap, tap, tap.
You’re sleeping, alone in the bed
And the window creaks as the wind
Nudges it open, a fraction.
It’s fine, though; it’s quickly pushed back closed.
Little bunny goes hop hop
The field is growing golden,
Overhead the sun sheds its lighting
Your feet are bare, and the grass is soft and pleasant.
Sit down in the center
The center of the wheat of the circle;
Eyes closed, chin high, the wind blowing in your hair
Like a promise.
Little bunnies are running around you
Hopping, hopping hopping
Hopping and hopping, running all around.
One sits in your lap.
It’s small, and it’s fuzzy
Fuzzy and white and so cute, like a cookie.
Little bunnies go hop hop pop
Pop, and when you look down, you’re all alone.
Little bunnies go, hop hop hop
Hop, hop, hop
Into the pit in your stomach.
Little bunnies go, hop, hop, hop,
The sun is rising up
It’s rising up, the sunlight on the wheat strands;
It looks like pure gold, in the grass.
The grass, it’s littered with little black strings
Little black strings
Fluttering ‘round in the wind;
You can hear knuckles tapping
On your bed framing.
Tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap-tap;
The knocking soft, and quiet, and reverberating.
You can feel them, crouching by the bed
Head tilted, just a bit
Watching you adream.
Dreaming of bunnies, aren’t you?
Running in golden fields
And the sunset is rising, the sunset comes running
Running to give you a farewell, my dear.
The door is open, to just a creak
And you’ve known it for a while;
And yet every time you come back home, the exhaustion
Keeps forgiving you your time.
Little bunnies go running in the field
They go running, hop hop hop
Little bunnies, they go running
They come running, hop, hop hop.
Sleep well, my darling
For tomorrow is so long.
© Michal Rotko