NaPoWriMo #28
CHILDRABBIT
Your capacity to sit
and churn the gray fuzz outside not feet from the cat inside
is remarkable because you are a creature so fine-tuned to danger
you are constantly telling me oh oh I think I see something
constantly
you are the smallest rabbit footed rabbit tailed
gnawing creature to stir up the grasses
to do it in such placid harmony with the birds
I think you must be secretly communicating. Straw piece
puddle found safe wind footstep.
You are here to transform a few weeds into your portrait backdrop
a few weeds into your fuel a few weeds into your legacy
you are here to memorize the cat and we who stand
amazed window gazing cooing abstract and unconnected
to whether you starved the runt or would eat the kits
if they arrived too early. Some of us consume in secret
some of us in laboratories some of us in a den unconcerned
with anything more than the ganglial knowledge of not yet or not this.
If you nibbled the prize rose I'd know
it was a vegetal mineral feast of some kind
could guess carefully at what was or was not poison
or enough. If you were something besides this rum healthy
twitching soft tufted angle of grass and mouth and gaze
I would know wouldn't I if you were something fearable
or sickened secretly or are you the type I know best who cadges
the ill shadow so carefully I could eat you and not know your cancerous
lung-pierced mended radial gene that spliced you over and would have
taken you anyway as if I were some fearsome hunter and could know you that way
and not like this house bound rural looker at of nature
that is so carefully twitchily alive all around me
this house this acre
this geogical
species-specific
age.
Your capacity to sit
and churn the gray fuzz outside not feet from the cat inside
is remarkable because you are a creature so fine-tuned to danger
you are constantly telling me oh oh I think I see something
constantly
you are the smallest rabbit footed rabbit tailed
gnawing creature to stir up the grasses
to do it in such placid harmony with the birds
I think you must be secretly communicating. Straw piece
puddle found safe wind footstep.
You are here to transform a few weeds into your portrait backdrop
a few weeds into your fuel a few weeds into your legacy
you are here to memorize the cat and we who stand
amazed window gazing cooing abstract and unconnected
to whether you starved the runt or would eat the kits
if they arrived too early. Some of us consume in secret
some of us in laboratories some of us in a den unconcerned
with anything more than the ganglial knowledge of not yet or not this.
If you nibbled the prize rose I'd know
it was a vegetal mineral feast of some kind
could guess carefully at what was or was not poison
or enough. If you were something besides this rum healthy
twitching soft tufted angle of grass and mouth and gaze
I would know wouldn't I if you were something fearable
or sickened secretly or are you the type I know best who cadges
the ill shadow so carefully I could eat you and not know your cancerous
lung-pierced mended radial gene that spliced you over and would have
taken you anyway as if I were some fearsome hunter and could know you that way
and not like this house bound rural looker at of nature
that is so carefully twitchily alive all around me
this house this acre
this geogical
species-specific
age.