The wild rabbit
The wild rabbit and the water rat wait for me wait - before the rustle into shadows, the under. I am silent. The see-through me hovers in that secret country plain where small creatures pause - leaving fear in the earth for five of my heartbeats. Why are you rushing, really? When human footsteps scare away the living soft, the underbelly of what you call good for your soul on other days. LJ Ireton 2024.