Poor Little Bunnyyyyyy

I didn't enjoy reading the poem "Retired Greyhound, 1" at all.  I followed what was going on with the first few lines where he talked about houses growing bigger at night, because I assumed he was talking about parties.  Little did I know he was going to start talking about ripping a poor little bunny apart and throwing it out a window!  I understand that this is from a dog's point of view and I suppose that this would be considered their ultimate dream but I wouldn't want to have to read another poem like this again...GROSS!