This entry is part 22 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


A rabbit has squeezed
into a ring of fencing
to browse on dogwood sprouts

and can’t get out.
The snow crunches under
my boots as I loom up,

the small animal
beating against its cage
like a panicked heart.

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