RABBIT- ZOOLOGIST

RABBIT- ZOOLOGIST

This evening the air is green with clover, with hay
and with little tufts of grass carried by the breeze,
with unstable earth, with dusty mysteries
of rabbits digging tunnels in the dark. They stray
through the meadow, sniffing the wind, a bouquet
of violets. They bound two or three at a time,
their shadows with cottony tails. Or they freeze
when something feathered screams in the distance.
They stand up like tufted stones. But now the night
grows soft again and sweet with jasmine. A scent
of petals presses against their fur. There are fruits
to eat. There is the thrilling
pleasure of digging the earth, sediment
of dreams scented with carrots and roots.
– Jehanne Dubrow