Bunny Bunny

His pitter-patters thump
    against the floor
as he runs, tail high and kinked,
    to greet me at the door.
A chirp then a rub.
A hop and
into my arms he comes rumbling,
wiggling and squeaking.
He missed me, and I
    kiss his ears in agreement.
Firm against my chest.
Glossy black on my skin.
I'm the only girl that gets
    pumpkin spice all year long.
And as I look into his deep orange eyes;
all my stress is gone.