I want to take the rabbit on holiday.
My son says you can’t.
“Rabbits have no brains”.
(Do you need brains to go on holiday?)
I tell him rabbits do have a brains but
they probably just think differently.
( I’m not sure how!)
I hope he doesn’t ask me how.
He doesn’t.
He mulls this over.Intense Concentration.
“No rabbits have no brain they go to Hell”
Sitting in his small cage I think the rabbit is
probably already in Hell.
My son forgets to feed him and change his water.
Clean out his cage.
So he probably spends a lot of time sitting in his own
shit hungry and thirsty.
Thinking differently.?
I want to let him go.
Release him into the flatlands between the dykes.
He wouldn’t last long.
Perhaps a few gulps of free air..an eyeful of the
famous Dutch landscape..before being ripped
apart by some predator who just got lucky
at 4.00 am.”
Malcolm Paul
Illustration Nick Victor
This poem is about a conversation I had with my young son Aaron when he was about six and we were living apart. Aaron was diagnosed with autism when he was little over four years of age…
Wortel (Dutch for rabbit)
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