Try to force a rabbit into
this tiny paper bag. I will
wait while you do it.
Sometimes the rabbit bites.
Be careful. It only wants
what it feels it is owed.
What do you owe to each
rabbit you know of? Please
count the ones you’ve
run over in your auto
when you were motoring
much too fast. Entirely
too fast. Some roads
were not meant to be
driven; these include
the ones with rabbits
on or beside them. I am
not telling you anything
you don’t know already.
I am only acting as your
particular friend, the one
who knows where all
your rabbits are, and
at what time they leap.
For Open Link Night at dVerse Poets.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Oh I really like this one and how it bounce along like a rabbit itself.
Thanks, Alana! Now that I look at it again, it does have a certain motion to it.
This touches me deeply—
Thanks so much, Audrey!
Wonderful writing.
Thanks, Laurie!
Very thought provoking.
Thanks, mishunderstood!
My life is too…everything…for blogs right now. I read you anyway. This poem has so much power! Your conjure of a “particular friend” has me thinking about what I owe each of my rabbits.
Wow, thank you, complynn. That’s very flattering, and I appreciate it. 🙂 I felt like I had zero power when I wrote it (I have a nasty cold), but it sort of built itself on its own.
this feels like part of a larger work, like an illustrated children’s book. the voice is assured and and yet magical. ~ M
Interesting thought, grapeling! I saw this speaker as sort of an arch (but kind) older lady, someone from another time. It would be interesting to see what else she has to say.
Oh, I love this one! “Some roads / were not meant to be / driven; these include / the ones with rabbits / on or beside them” is a wonderful assertion. I like the imperative tone of the whole piece: the kindly guide issues a warning.