Bunny, it’s a sunny. It’s also a gloomy.
There’s a sore behind the cirrus.
The tear behind the mizzle.
That’s why I ran to carrot’s field.
I pick the best one,
peel it, wash it, cook it, and make a soup from it.
Little too much salt. I know. I can’t even cook.
Took pretty much time to sliced it
while I also sliced my own finger. Just a bit. It keep bleeding, though.
So I actually busy bleeding than cooking.
I decide to plastered all my fingers and start cooked it again.
Hey, Bunny, it’s a sunny.
I see you just sit next to the open window
Wind blows, bring the sorrow, took much hollow.
Little tenderness I sent from the sweet scarf.
Tiny little hug I sent from the widely blanket.
And I know, It’s never enough to overcome it.
Bunny, it’s a sunny.
The soup is ready for served.
I make a perfect table for it.
I know. it’s not even as perfect as table from Alice in Wondiee.
And I even can not be your best buddy.
But, Bunny …
The soup is for you.
If you won’t eat it today, that’s okay.
I’ll gladly make it for another day.
you can even make a better one for me.
coz, well…you’re the best cook in the world.
Bunny, It’s A Sunny
-Rana Wijaya Soemadi-
Semarang, 26 October 2014
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