The Rabbit On His Birthday
Born aloft by an unseen force,
the fleshy cloak squirms
as my soul soars.
I am remembering the words of my weathered friend
“There is more to life than turning green grass into
little brown pellets.”
Now I see and tremble.
A moment ago I was a timid creature,
tentatively confident in my powers of ear, nose and haunch.
I had edged out from the shadows and into the clover.
Now, mind is swallowed