My rabbit Ray the Rainbow Rabbit.
Ray was born on the 22nd July 2018 as a Dutch grey rabbit and was adopted by me, his human mother on the 5th October, as part solace for me losing my guinea pig called Truth and part birthday present to me. Ray was originally named Rainbow by Henry my son, but the rabbit was so deeply embarrassed and depressed by this name that we tried many various names to console the poor chap – until one day it dawned on me that Ray could be a shortened version of Rainbow and Ray has loved us ever since!
When we first told Ray that his name was going to be Rainbow when we got him home, he did in true rabbit style drama collapsed on his side and was sulking for the first 4 months of living with us. When I said to him I will now permanently call him Ray near the end of March he was so happy he literally did circuits around his cage and now licks and purrs at me whenever we snuggle. Whenever I remind Ray that he is called Rainbow, he instantly gets shy, lies down tightly with his ears pinned firmly back to his neck and refuses to acknowledge anyone.
Ray is toilet trained and is a house rabbit that coincidentally is a huge fan of Peter Rabbit from Cbeebies – my former rabbit Rozzy liked Dr Who.
Ray doesn’t like carrots in fact all rabbits I’ve ever had hates carrots, so I don’t believe in the carrot munching rabbit myth.
Ray has been trained to say “Hello” and “Yes” by using his ears as sign language – yes I know you are probably getting your phones ready to send the men in white coats to me right now aren’t you? But it is true and someday I will get a phone I can work out and prove it to you on YouTube!
He is a very talkative and responsive rabbit with a temper – I have never known such an aggressive self-assured rabbit before and he will bite!
But he is a loving soul really; I also think he is rather mystical; he has done many strange and unexplained things since living here. Such as managing to push an entire corn on the cob out of the narrow prongs of his cage by himself, flattened his wooden hut and often high fives Henry. Not to mention the household Nisse is his best friend!
Every mermaid is expected to drown in her own tears
For the dreams she’s had for years, of walking on hot sands like a lady for a man
A thousand myths and legends tear at the mermaid’s heart
Myths of the tailless four arm mers
She has seen them in her people’s art
How she wished to be an explorer of their sands
Witnessing the dry green scape and touch them with her hands
How she wished she knew, what it meant to be dry
Dry from all her tears
The foregoing poem was written rather quickly and the quality has surprised me, usually I think everything I do is useless, but I like this piece. In fact I like it so much, I feel a story coming on, whether it will be short enough for me to want to post that eventually on this blog, I don’t know, but it is inspiring me to do more and there are other poems creeping into my head of a similar theme too!
Glaring lights, pale as death, call you and me.
Dancing through the leaves of the night, dancing around the willows and the oak, hearing the sounds of mysticism in an endless voice of hope:
What is it that we evoke?
Rushing through the air of the night, filling our souls with curious delight; the moon shines upon us as we run after thee, O what can you be? What can you be?
The silver of the night can be what you are or a guiding star? Yes a guiding star!
You took us from our campsite when the air was chilled and harsh – you made us run bare footed across the country grass!
Nightly dew soaks our wandering feet and we search for where you go. Roaming free like a bird in the sky you fly, through the leaves of the trees in the night!
But we remain warm with your charms dear light.
Running endlessly we wonder where you take us. Miles and miles it seems… we run through the fields and past the stream, this feels like a wonderful dream!
Pure is your light of wonder, warm is your glow, but where do you take us, where do you go?
What are you which we evoke?
Faster and faster you run wild and free, past the streams and the tree’s and we run faster along with thee.
We hear a mystical voice again, calling like a choir, calling our names to follow still, even though the night is chilled!
Brighter and faster the light becomes running through the corn. We follow and run helplessly we become most forlorn!
The light has gone! The light has gone!
O where are we now?
As if it was all a dream we suddenly awake from the hypnotising light we are in the lake… we are in the lake.
Drowning, mourning sorrowfully, we cry and call for help. But all that hears our calls this night is the old mythical creature the Kelps!
All we do now is yelp and yelp!!!