Rabbits

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.

 

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13 thoughts on “Rabbits

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

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