All the doors in my rabbit house
Would be left open
Before I retired each night
I would open all the doors
With the exception of the mighty door
Today was my birthday
So I dressed for the occasion
I wore my most sensual dress
Which was cut at the front
And revealed my breasts
I had asked the creature to respect my day
But it ignored my request
And stated into its own dream space
I wanted to remove its pathetic wings
But I had left my knife in the locked room
After the painting by Dorothea Tanning