Reality Check

The little bunny lay under the chair
Collecting, perfecting and shaping his hair
The gray ball resting soundly on the floor
Feared for his life as people came through the door.

No one knew how fast he grew
Or that his eyes had a hint of blue
The bunny was content and free
Lost in his own reality

He thought he finally found his home
A place where he could be alone
Until the day he was swept away
For he was made of dust and in the way.