A Rabbit
2012 by Ellin Anderson

 
  A RABBIT

Ellin Anderson


Her heart was crimson velvet
With veins of gold — not brass —
Too fine to leave a baby rabbit
Trembling on the grass — 
 
But selfishness and arid science
Kept her company,
And worked to crush her soft defiance:
"Let the rabbit be."
 
Be what? Be caught, by cat or hawk?
Be frozen in the rain?
Or live a week, in daily shock
Of hunger, thirst, and pain?
 
Returned from loving — and from hating
Love, in distant lands,
She found the rabbit's bones there — waiting —
Waiting — for her hands.

   

2012 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved. No part of  this work may be copied or used in any way without written  permission from the author.

 

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