The lonely rabbit considered his empty home
Oh so quiet
No one knocking on the door, maybe somebody selling something
Now and then.
The lonely rabbit had a drink before dinner, to hear the ice in the glass
The sound of something
Of I am not alone
Give your thanks to television
I can hear the neighbours and their friends
A dog barking, someone's walking,
Someone's become so much more than me.
The lonely rabbit looked up the stairs toward bed
Remembered all those useless goodbyes
That time he had to unplug the phone it rang so many times
Those nights he slept with the lights on.
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