Monday Meme*day -- for Easter (and a poem)

This is a link where you can read about why: Easter and Rabbits Do Not Mix

Plus - the HRS site of flyers about why Easter & rabbits don't mix

Please ...

Pick some you like and spread the word:

Post it on your blog or Facebook page.

Post it in your church.

Ask your clergy to mention it from the pulpit.

Circulate it to your neighborhood groups.

Email it to your friends and contacts.

Send them to teachers/post it at school.

Ask your local paper to print it.

Ask TV and radio channels to make it into a PSA.

Please help save somebunny.

Post other ideas how to spread the word in the comments.

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Beware Disapproving Bunnies!

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(Don't know if the stats are true but the point is valid.)

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Thank you!

And remember --

Easter is not fun

for a real live bun!

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Videos about: A hutch is not enough!

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Easter Bunny Poem
Jul 10, 2011 by HRS
by Mary Brandolino
In memory of all the bunnies we couldn’t save.

I remember Easter Sunday

It was colorful and fun

The new life that I’d begun

In my new cage.

I was just a little thing

When they brought me from the store

And they put me on the floor

In my cage.

They would take me out to play

Love and pet me all the time

Then at day’s end I would climb

In my cage.

But as days and weeks went by

I saw less of them it seemed

Of their loving touch I dreamed

In my cage.

In the night outside their house

I felt sad and so neglected

Often scared and unprotected

In my cage.

In the dry or rainy weather

Sometimes hotter sometimes colder

I just sat there growing older

In my cage.

The cat and dog raced by me

Playing with each other only

While I sat there feeling lonely

In my cage.

Upon the fresh green grass

Children skipped and laughed all day

I could only watch them play

From my cage.

They used to take me out

And let me scamper in the sun

I no longer get to run

In my cage.

Once a cute and cuddly bunny

Like a little ball of cotton

Now I’m grown up and forgotten

In my cage.

I don’t know what went wrong

At the home I did inhabit

I just grew to be a rabbit

In my cage.

But they’ve brought me to the pound

I was once loved and enjoyed

Now I wait to be destroyed

In my cage.