As I observe the
fertility dance of the cottontails,
I realize that easter bunny
was the hardest imaginary figure
to outgrow.
God was gone in a flash,
rigid priests and cruel nuns
cemented that one.
Santa took a bit longer,
until it sank in that he
was as judgmental as god
with his naughty and nice lists.
Tooth fairy was just a merchant,
and I had him figured
out after the second incisor.
But, the easter bunny
left eggs and candy
without expectation.
I think, as I observe the
fertility dance of the cottontails,
that easter bunny may still be real.
© 2021 Bruno Talerico
Desert Dweller 