The rabbit sits on top of the dresser
Legs crossed arms relaxed eyes wide open
Gazing out the window never blinking
Silent companion you set in its usual place
The hand carved brown wood patina
Painted eyes and whiskered face
With its kindly enigmatic expression
A one of a kind crafted collectible
It does not belong to us
But it is ours for the duration
Staying in this furnished townhouse
Every December and January
For how many years now
I can't say having lost count
Being repeat seasonal renters
In this subtropical refuge
It feels like home returning here
And in each of the other familiar locations
Where we stay throughout the year
In our annual migration route
But only one place has the houseplants
Waiting to welcome what we bring back
After the rabbit is put away where we found it
To wait here for our next return
