Work Text:
It starts with a nibble, a thought, an idea
Working or walking, it just will not flee ya
And soon it starts gnawing, and chewing and scratching
The ideas are coming, the plots keep on smashing
To pieces and rubble. You clink them together
And soon they start growing. Caught like a feather
Your mind keeps on wandering, wondering, wavering
The plot bunnies multiply, they’re so misbehaving
Fingers dance across the keys
The story then begins to breathe
Word by word, line by line
Whether the work is wobbly or fine
You do what you love and let it go
For others to see and maybe know
That the little bunny in their head
Will not go quietly to bed.