Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Bring Me the Head of Peter Rabbit
My little dog has gotten into
the habit
Of dining at dusk on
delicious rabbit
Last night she blitzed past
me as I opened the door
And left me a gift on the
bedroom floor
I blinked when I saw at the
foot of the bed
With its eyes still open – a poor
rabbit’s head
Luna-Dog looked up and pawed
at my knee
As if to ask, “Aren’t you
proud of me?”
I reminded her gently (no
need to fume)
That we take our meals
in the dining room
No comments:
Post a Comment