Showing Clover

I put on my white lab coat
nervously, as if it were a cloud,
then opened the third-place cage.
I reached out my shaking hand
that had thousands of
different smells. My rabbit sniffed
and came knowingly.
 
Then they called my courageous
name. I walked to the open door
while my steps shook behind me.
I took a chance. I stepped out
of the old world into a flash of lights,
people everywhere you looked,
the smell of rabbits, extinguished.
 
At the grassy table I saw
the stern-looking judge.
“Pose!” she said, so I put my rabbit
on the green table
and tucked his feet under his body
and wadded him up in a ball.
"Handle!" I put my thumb finger
between his ears and tucked
his head underneath my arm and smiled.
Laughter roared in my naked ear.
“Exam!” I mited Clover's ears.
I touched his eyes to see
if he was blind. I twirled
him over, checked his nose, teeth.
stroked his throat, pulled his feet,
I scrubbed his hocks with my stubby thumb.
I flickered the tail, twirled him again,
puffed up the fur and back. I was done.
 
So I went from the new to the old.
I put it behind me and went back
to the rusty cage, Clover stimulated
to relax once more. I left
and took my 3rd-place ribbon, silky
as a white cocoon. I opened the cage again
and kissed the cocoa rabbit goodnight.

Age 12

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2012.