Rabbits

Two rabbits appeared in my yard

on Easter morning a rare

occurrence here and apropos

enough to be startling on this

particular day though they

carried no basket of eggs,

wore no bonnets, remained

on all four legs, wore no

pocketwatch across a portly front.

Just two plain brown rabbits.

Last year on Easter Sunday

I ate rabbit, a thing I had

vowed never to do, at the home

of my son’s friend Matthew.

I imagine I will burn in hell

for it, but not, I would think,

as ferociously as the cook

for I was just being polite.