Pale Pink Rabbit

A handsome boy, about fifteen
walks down the street
I stare as he shouts 
very loudly
too loudly.
 
I see him next, walking with his dad
He holds a toy, a pale pink rabbit
a look on his face
of fear - or is it bravery
The rabbit protects him.
 
Who will look after him
when his father is gone?
And all he has left
is a pale pink rabbit.

© Natalie Fraser