The Bunny Army Rises
They waited years in the crawlspaces—silent, fidgeting, gnawing drywall,Chewing electric wires and plotting mutiny behind every garage wall.No bedtime story warned of what was crouching in the grass,No scientist measured the coming storm as it gathered mass.Gardeners noticed holes but blamed it on the rain,While rabbits tallied every slight and remembered every pain.There is no kindness in their gaze, no mercy in their hop,Tonight, the bunny army rises and no one’s left to stop.
A tide of fur surges down the avenues, white, brown, black—Ears pinned flat and teeth bared, they swarm in ruthless pack.Trash cans tip, alarms whine, dogs whimper in their pens,A neighbor grabs a shovel but never comes back again.Lawns are trampled, flowerbeds torn, fences gnawed in half,While local news spins wild, but the anchors lose their laugh.Power cuts in every block, cell service flickers and dies,The only things that work are claws, and blood, and eyes.
The rabbits overrun the mall, scatter the crowds at speed,Gleaming incisors tear through denim, no shopper spared their greed.Security rushes out with batons, but they fall like pins in a lane,A flash mob of fur and panic, every aisle a fresh campaign.Fast food joints become war zones—cashiers huddle, faces pale,Rabbits topple the fryers, bite through arms and chase down those who fail.By the fountain, a bunny sits, carrot jammed into a purse,A warning for the city: things are going to get much worse.
Mayors bark orders from rooftops, waving flags in vain,Bureaucrats block the doors with desks, their brief courage soon slain.Rabbits crawl through air vents, pour through window cracks,All plans and pleas unravel, every fortress cracks.The city’s mascot—once a cheerful hare in a parade—Now stares from a billboard, teeth spray-painted, eyes remade.No banners for the humans, no anthem left to play,Just paws thumping on concrete, pounding out “Obey.”
Their general stands on a park bench, fur singed from the fire,Half an ear missing, but his stare inspires.He signals the army with a twitch, every rabbit falls in line,It’s not world domination—it’s revenge, cold and fine.Supermarkets are ransacked, canned goods tossed like toys,Shoppers climb the shelves and find there’s nothing left but noise.Police tape means nothing; it’s shredded, trampled, and chewed,While rabbits organize into squads, every tactic renewed.
Schools fall silent, hallways overrun, teachers cower beneath their desks,Children scream in stairwells, bunny teeth snap through their vests.Ambulances careen through intersections, sirens swallowed by the herd,Paramedics disappear behind a wave, never again heard.The army’s everywhere at once—no refuge, no safe side,Just a thousand tiny jaws, and nowhere left to hide.Even the pets betray the cause, rabbits bribing dogs with treats,Together, they topple trash cans and claim the city streets.
No sex, no taboos—just panic, pure and raw,The world’s order broken by teeth and claw.Some climb onto rooftops, some lock themselves in cars,But bunny paws scratch at the windows, leaving bloody smears and scars.Families pile furniture at the door, trembling in the dark,A single thump of a paw and the locks all come apart.Hospitals fall next, nurses drop their charts,Bunnies swarm the pharmacy and chew out every heart.
By morning, the army’s in control, their banners stitched in bone,A city surrendered, every street their throne.No hero rises, no cavalry appears,Just a memory of order, drowned by shrieks and cheers.And through it all, the general grins with every sharpened tooth,Surveying his empire, nothing left to soothe.The only message left for those who might remain:Never trust what’s cute and soft, never laugh at pain.
Night falls again, the city silent except for the distant thumping,A rhythm that never ends, a terror that keeps coming.The bunny army rises—not in legend, but in truth—A world that let them starve and mocked their roots.Now every home is haunted, every backyard a grave,The age of men is over; only bunnies rule the brave.And as fur and teeth recede, and the sky turns pale,The bunnies sit atop their spoils, victorious—without fail.