little brown bunny

Sophie found in the backyard,

captured in his hunter’s jaws,

and brought inside.

I swatted him with a broom

hoping you might escape.

I was too late

and Sophie doesn’t fear the broom.

I cleaned the trail of blood

with a wet paper towel

shed a tear on your behalf.

Scared to touch you,

you sit under a shoebox

in the shiny bathroom floor

until Eric gets home from work.

Sophie sits outside the front door,

shrieking and howling

longing to reclaim you,

I banished him

for lacking civility