Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sunday Cinnamon

The year half gone, days blown by the wind like
Dandelions in a neglected park.

9 comments:

d. moll, l.ac. said...

Or is it days eaten like dandelions by a giant rabbit......

Fleetie said...

Cinnamon finally manages to grab a few minutes of Rest and Relaxation after a hard week of disapproving of, well, things that needed to be dispproved of, and a week of having to control her hoomins.

It's a hard life being Queen Cinnamon, so it's all the sweeter when she can finally relax among the dandelions - and she can probably get more intelligent conversation from them than the hoomins can offer!

bunnits said...

Such poetic disapproval.

thumpyfuzz said...

I close my eyes,
Only for a moment and the moment's gone.

All my dreams,
Pass before my eyes with curiosity,

Fluff in the wind,
Dandilion fluff in the wind.

BunMa said...

"The Philosophy of Disapproval"

Rabbits' Guy said...

Well, for me it just FEELS like half a year gone ... but it has only been 5 months of constant disapproval ... I must be strong. Maybe eat some dandelions too ....

The Bunns said...

Oh Yeh RG ... imagine what it has been like for us ... keeping you on your toes! WE need the dandelions ... got it????

janet2buns said...

Cinnamon ponders her hoomins' mortality, since she of course will live forever in the hearts and minds of her adoring public. Generations yet unborn will learn of her greatness, while we will be as dust.

Plan B Rabbits said...

Ah, Cinnamon: da poet laureate uv discontent.