Bugs Bunny

there’s this bunny
the bunny visits me
outside of my window every night
I haven’t seen anyone for so long
maybe the bunny can sense that
the ears erect as I call out a name
the name is “Bugs”
after my now second favorite “wascaly” bunny rabbit-
“Bugs Bunny”
I throw food for him
so he can eat for his travels
that way we both win
maybe the payment makes him less of a friend
but not to me
because in here, you pay for what you want
and I want, no, need, a friend
so nothing is beneath me acquiring my desire
nor too high a price to pay when you feel alone
words aren’t need
I feel joy just watching his curiosity and freeness
what peace he must know
and the irony of it basked within the confines of my imprisonment
but Bugs is my friend-
though we respect each other’s social distance
he doesn’t know me as a prisoner
he just sees me
he understands that I am there
but not why I am
though he is comfortable enough to lower his head and ears from erect
as he dozes off, and then straightens to clean himself
before bouncing off towards jack-
his other friend that accompanies us every so often,
he’s more adventurous,
never staying in one place for too long-
but all the other nuances between I and bugs,
get lost in the soundless,
and formless air between us two
friendship is mechanics
a formality of prolonged company
more a necessary social function of survival
emotions are more a construct of combined experiences
he, on one side of the window
and I, on the other
but both at the same place, sharing this world
despite our barriers
we do not need any more than what we have
contentment-
aligning our cordial connection observance and reverence of one another
expectations bear consequences of let downs
besides, Bugs and I, are content as we are
and with who we are
’til tomorrow night Bugs!
bring Jack if he’s around!
though his moments are more fleeting,
but cherished never the less