The Cat and the Hopper

so this one time I was smoking with my friend Bradford

Lookin' out the back door, saw a little shadow on the asphalt

Past all the grass, it was a little bitty bunny and it had to be

Lost, it was tossed by the wind, an evident tragedy.

Shiverin', quiverin', lookin' for a mother but another didn't come

Underneath the sun, it was done, little rabbit on the run

From the predators, ahead of the curve but it’s starvin'

Heart is poundin' heavy while it's navigating through the garden.

Then stepped out the feline, mean-looking, predatory design

Creepin' through the vine, intertwine, we were thinkin' that it's lunchtime

Bradford took a hit and said, "Watch the paw, it's a massacre"

But she didn't clapper the hopper, she didn't attack or hurt.

Walked up to the bunny with the funny little floppy ears

Dropped the fears, licked the tears, changed the gears

Picked it up by the scruff, it was rough but she carried it

Back into the den, gave it milk, and she cherished it.

Now they kickin' it, slick with it, cat and the bunny are thicker than thieves

Stick in the weeds, sick of the breed separation, she's feedin' the needs

Maternal instinct is making her think it's a kitten she's lickin' the fur

Listen to purr, vision is blur, ain't nobody gonna be messin' with her

Or the rabbit, gotta habit of protectin' what she claimed

Out the rain, never slain, an anomaly in the brain

Love is a killer to hate, elevate, making the predator placate

Bradford and I took a drag, had to brag on the beauty the day made.