That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears <br />& underneath, gladdened our afternoon <br />munching a crab-'. <br />That rabbit was a fraud, like a black bull <br />prudent I admired in Zaragoza, who <br />certainly was brave as a demon <br /> <br />but would not charge, being willing not to die. <br />The rabbit's case, a little different, <br />consisted in alert <br />& wily looks down the lawn, where nobody was, <br />with prickt ears, while rapt but chatting on the porch <br />we sat in view nearby. <br /> <br />Then went he mildly by, and around behind <br /> <br />my cabin, and when I followed, there he just sat. <br />Only at last <br />he turned down around, passing my wife at four feet <br />and hopped the whole lawn and made thro' the hedge for the big <br /> house. <br />—Mr Bones, we all brutes & fools.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-62-that-dark-brown-rabbit-lightness-i/
