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