"In the Meadows of Matrimony: When the Word 'Marriage' Makes This Bunny Race Away" In the meadows where wildflowers bloom, There lived a bunny, in nature's room. Furry and quick, with a heart so light, Yet the word "marriage" sparked a fearful flight. Through the emerald grass, the bunny would hop, With dreams of freedom, refusing to stop. But in the air lingered a word so weighty, 'Marriage,' it whispered, making the bunny skittish and sweaty. A love-struck breeze carried tales of commitment, Of vows and promises, a lifetime's shipment. Yet the bunny, with ears perked up in dismay, Found the idea of marriage causing a wild disarray. For in the moonlit glade, where moonbeams danced, The bunny's heart trembled, its desires enhanced. Yet when 'marriage' echoed in the meadow's expanse, It sparked a sprint, a hasty, anxious advance. Oh, the bunny sought joy in the twilight's embrace, Wary of chains, averse to love's formal grace. In the shadows it hid, avoiding the ties, A whimsical creature with freedom in its eyes. Through daisies and clover, the bunny would dash, Away from the notion that love must amass. For in the meadows, where dreams took flight, Marriage became a word that caused the bunny's fright. In the tapestry of love, where hearts entwine, The bunny chose solitude, a life so fine. With every heartbeat, a rhythm of its own, Unfettered, unbound, in the wilderness, it's grown. So let the bunny roam in the moonlit glen, Escape the pressures that haunt love's den. For in the meadows, where dreams take sway, The word 'marriage' makes this bunny race away.