As my son and I

Lazily wandered home
From the park
We came upon
A yard with
A Buddhist monk
Warm in orange silk
Seated upon a riding mower
Perched upon a trailer
Hitched to a pickup
And I wanted to be polite
And welcoming
But did not know how to greet him
And then we saw
Below the truck
A fat, grey rabbit
Nibbling away at green shoots
And our delight over the rabbit
Seemed greeting enough
And the monk smiled.