Arm swing, grass swish,
I rounded a bend into green unknown,
relaxed in the expectation of some
fresh surprise of wildflowers.

Instead, fur charging
brown-gray at breakneck speed.
I hopped, he swerved,
our mammal bodies
inches from collision.

It happened so fast,
but I’m sure I saw fangs.
Whether on the bunny who almost
mowed me down
or the dog revving close behind
I cannot say.

I will say this—
that was no ordinary rabbit.