I have my very own Cadbury bunny

With me, he comes running

We escape off to the abandoned golf course on the edge of the city

He romps about – he’s so giddy

Among the dandelions 

When the wind blows over the verdant hills, it feels like we’re flyin’ 

His ears are soft and folded 

His fur is golden

He’s a cuddly retriever 

He romps on the edge of the water like a wide receiver 

He comes trotting back 

With something in his mouth 

We diverge from the track 

It’s an egg with  a ticket inside 

A few numbers that mean nothing in my mind

So I dump the ticket 

But hang on to the plastic egg that came with it 

I’d been hoping for some chocolate, my bunny for a Milkbone

I settle for my own stomach growl but hand my pup a biscuit from my pocket 

We notice from atop the hill how lovely the little purple wildflowers have grown

They’re my favorite color, that of royalty

I consider how in the grand scheme, my plans might be foiling

But foil can wrap bunnies 

I think maybe the win isn’t always to the cunning

The sunshine and the blue sky are spectacular 

My giant Golden bunny romps the hills and sheds his fur

As we run with the wind 

I consider this amazing gift – life – and nature 

More miraculous than basketball brackets 

I consider making some Easter baskets 

When we get home later that night, the news anchor announces the winner

The city worker who’d emptied the trash at the park

She said a little piece of paper nearly flew off but she held it tender

There were numbers on it 

And she figured why pawn it 

She used those numbers when punching her ticket 

She never figured she’d win it 

But was suddenly a billionaire 

I watched the TV and laughed 

As I ate a chocolate egg

And stuffed into some wooden baskets plastic Easter grass 

I thought about the magic of the park, the hills, the flowers 

And my pup looked at me and said, “When can we go back?”