Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Bring Me the Head of Peter Rabbit
My little dog has gotten into the habit
Of dining at dusk on delicious rabbit
Last night she blitzed past me as I opened the door
And left me a gift on the bedroom floor
I blinked when I saw at the foot of the bed
With its eyes still open – a poor rabbit’s head
Luna-Dog looked up and pawed at my knee
As if to ask, “Aren’t you proud of me?”
I reminded her gently (no need to fume)
That we take our meals in the dining room
