I found a muddled area in my unplanted garden.
My eyes drawn then to the forelegs, still connected,
to each other, of a small rabbit. Clearly, little meat
on the fur covered bones. Little rabbit caught,
no doubt, in the jaws of an athletic cat, claimed,
carried over the rabbit fence, into the garden, eaten.
All other bones, sinew, fur, disappeared, some entrails
scattered to the right near my transplanted tomatoes.
Little rabbit not there this morning. Not there now–
I buried legs, togather, between the first two
tomatoe plants, the entrails between the second
and third plants. Animal through animal; fur to dust.