Woodland Park Zoo on one side a slim spit of bushes on the other the road to work runs in between In the morning, i am late, driving fast Later, traffic is bad; i'm beat, happy happy to be sitting, sitting and not busting my ass
Returning, i see a black rabbit by a bush his little nose and dull, dark eyes taking in the road
Don't do it, stupid rabbit, i hear myself think.
Following morning, driving fast, fiendishly late a black rabbit sits freshly crushed upon the road Between the broken yellow lines his two ears extend like a peace sign or an antenna, no longer receiving
Later on this same cold December day only one ear remains, frozen, erect morning's peace sign now flipping off the rest of us one ear standing like it was listening for the others who were supposed to have kept an eye out for him