A scattering of haresAnd foolish rabbits, dun
Fur pinballed in sudden light.
Which way to run
As the blinding truck glares?
Snap decisions. Fur congeals
In the black imprint
Of too-recent wheels.
But beware the stranger!
Grey waistcoat, he blinks,
Frozen for a second
In the spotlight. He thinks
He’s in no danger
In the shadows. Is his dish
Now hare and foolish
Rabbit and not fish?
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