Lent Day 23: Two bunnies

There are two sleeping bunnies in my bed. 

They are soft and furry and mine.

Outside the rain drips against the window pain

And a fluff tail sings it's sad sing in the mist. 

My bunnies sigh deeply in their sleep,

Two auburn haired things cuddled together.

I still can't believe they are mine.

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