Even now I plot my path

So they can surely learn my wrath!

Can’t keep me locked up tight

And spend my time as I like…

Perhaps I’ll forgive them soon,

Especially while I have my own room.

image: Jack, from martha0stout's phone

image: Jack, from martha0stout’s phone

My nephew came downstairs to this view. Jack had escaped his temporary cage and gone to see the girls.


He doesn’t look in the least bit apologetic. If anything he looks like he’s thinking, “Couldn’t you have left a bigger crack in their roof like mine?”

He can breathe in his little tub, don’t worry. We don’t snap the lids on or anything like that. Doing so would knock his water down anyway.

The poem is just a silly little thing that popped up after I was looking at the pictures again.

I actually found this post when I was going through drafts a while back and realized I hadn’t ever put it up! This was back before we’d been able to get cages for them setup for the first week that we had the rabbits.