A rabbit, a remnant,
a thing too young to run away,
ears transparent in the sunrise
(her veins lit up in pink)
a stupid little furry thing
chosen by time
to break my heart.

In my human life, I was like a beaten dog
bearing his teeth for the last time.
The rabbit doesn't run; it feels I know
that life is finally over.

On the path to the supermarket
draped in mist
we eye each other
until a human
on a bicycle arrives, (horribly)
and drives the young rabbit away
while running over me.