Lagomorpha / by Laura M Kaminski
The rabbit with the white-splotched fur
who creeps along with twitching nose
past the sorrel and bramble-burr
stops underneath the tuberose —
considering again the dung
she left beneath the blossom sweet:
do nutrients remain among
these pellets? Maybe. She will eat
them all again, just to be sure
that anything she might have missed
when she first tried to digest them
is taken in and chewed once more —
she gathers up the complex bits,
and, like poems, re-ingests them.
–Laura M Kaminski
A beautiful poem which makes me feel as if I am actually witnessing a cute rabbit going about its favorite past-time. Thank you!
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