This story is a tribute to my rabbit; Angel, who is dying today. I don't own this song.
LEVON
PROLOGUE
The sun burned the fur on the small rabbit's back as he picked through the bushes. He dug into the base and chewed on the dirty root. He was used to scrounging for food like this. He could never find much food even though most thought it was a normal kind of thing for a rabbit to eat; it really wasn't much of a five-star meal. But that was life he supposed. It was like that for everyone. He looked at the sky and the bright out sun. Getting hotter everyday. He scrunched up his face and burrowed against the base of the bush to keep within the shade.
He licked at his fur and looked out in the light. The sun was hazy and he remembered his family as he looked. They were all gone now. All of them were killed on his first birthday… Christmas day. They'd all been killed by a fox. He'd been left with a long scar under his left eye. That was all that was left. His son was like a God to him. His own was in his teen years in rabbit years and was drifting away from his father, the father he'd been so close to as a child. A tear came to the rabbit's eye has he thought of this. He'd soon lose his son…
Levon wears his war wound like a crown
He calls his child Jesus
'Cause he likes the name
He sends him to the finest school in town
He scratched at the fleas around his left ear and then froze. He heard footsteps and a shadow fell in front of him. Suddenly hands gribbed his sides and he was lifted in the air. He kicked but couldn't free himself. He looked into the eyes of a human female, orange hair, a green cap.
"Wow, you're a very rare breed Mr. Rabbit," she said, looking him over. "A Sumatran."
"No," said the rabbit. "My name is Levon."