I stumbled upon a fun artist-Lim Heng Swee. You can find him here. Lim says "I would describe my work as simple and fun, but with a strong idea or message behind it. Life should be fun and humorous when possible and I hope that my illustrations generate a sense of joy and happiness."
 Well done Lim Heng Swee.
We're smiling!!

The Bunny
 

Consider the bunny-
God's cockeyed creation
patently purposed
for pure decoration!
Fed up with all of that
firmament stuff,
He got“Sixth-Day Sillies”
and whipped up this fluff...
Majestical beasts?
Pah! Enough of their pride,
Creation was good --
but, well, too dignified!
So God took some whiskers
and cut them too long,
Set the eyes wide
and aimed them all wrong,
Stretched out the ears
to amazing extent,
Then put them on
like no ears ever went,
Stuck an itch-twitch
at one end of the thing,
and gave the other
a comical spring!
 

Gave it no sense of direction,
and then,
Just for fun, gave it
the nerves of a wren!
Looking for grace?
Try the nimble giraffe...
God made this creature
to bring us a laugh!
When it was done,
God saw it was funny--
And when Adam
stopped chuckling,
he called it a bunny!


               Ellen Brenneman

Rabbits Rock and ROLL in The Hobbit!!

Though they only make a brief appearance  in the newest Hollywood sensation known as THE HOBBIT...
and even though they are solely the fictitious creation of Peter Jackson and not in the book...
We are grateful to witness the wild ride of the "Rhosgobel" rabbits pulling their sled ahead of the disgusting Orcs!!
 Isnt Middle-earth Grand!?

A Make Believe 

       All is welcome to my crunching, 

          Finding, grinding, 

       Milling, munching, 

          Gobbling, lunching, 

   Fore-toothed, three-lipped mouth-- 

   Eating side way, round way, flat way, 

   Eating this way, eating that way, 

Every way at once!  

George MacDonald

art-Ester Garcia 2

The Names of Rabbits 



The wall-eyed one, the looker to the side, 
And also the hedge-frisker, 
The stag of the stubble, long-eared 
The animal of the stubble, the springer 
The wild animal, the jumper, 
The short animal, the lurker 
The swift-as-wind, the skulker, 
The shagger, the squatter in the hedge, 
The dew-beater, the dew hopper, 
The sitter on its form, the hopper in the grass, 
The fidgety-footed one, the sitter on the ground, 
The light-foot, the sitter in the bracken, 
The stag of the cabbages, the cropper of herbage, 
The low creeper, the sitter-still, 
The small-tailed one, the one who turns to the hills. 
  

Anonymous 

The Rabbit’s Song Outside the Tavern 

  

We, who play under the pines, 

We, who dance in the snow 

That shines blue in the light of the moon, 

Sometimes halt as we go- 

Stand with our ears erect, 

Our noses testing the air, 

To gaze at the golden world 

Behind the windows there. 

  

Suns they have in a cave, 

Stars, each on a tall white stem, 

And the thought of a fox or an owl 

Seems never to trouble them. 

They laugh and eat and are warm, 

Their food is ready at hand, 

While hungry out in the cold 

We little rabbits stand. 

  

But they never dance as we dance! 

They haven't the speed nor the grace. 

We scorn both the dog and the cat 

Who lie by their fireplace. 

We scorn them licking their paws 

Their eyes on an upraised spoon- 

We who dance hungry and wild 

Under a winter's moon.  

                             Elizabeth Coatsworth

 The White Rabbit 
  

He is white as Helvellyn when winter is well in; 
His whiskers are mobile and tender. 
If it weren’t for the greed that compels him to feed 
Without ceasing, his form would be slender. 

With elegant hops he crushes or crops 
All the flowers that bloom in the garden; 
Yet such is the grace that suffuses his face, 
He wins, without asking, our pardon. 

The Sun, who rides heaven from Dover to Devon 
Inspecting furred folks and their habits, 
Breaks out into poesy: “What summer snow is he 
Made of, this pearl among rabbits ?” 

And at night on the lawn as he waits for the dawn, 
Rapt in drems of a rabbit’s perfection, 
The moon in her stride sweeps the cloudsets aside 
To rejoice in his silver reflection 


                                                                         
   E. V. Rieu