You bird you rabit

You bird— grabbed from your wasteland—do not struggle.Hold your breath as you’re clenched by the canine down the dirt road home, limp from all your traditions. I’ll see you here at the cusp, wings wet from prayer &apology,where I’llwait for that hound wind topush you from the cold.Fall back, straight to my front door,where the porch lightblinks for your homecoming. You rabbit—heaved onto my welcome mat, shamefull bloodand all. That pawing on thescreen door calling me.You panting& I muzzled.Drag yourself home. I’ll stayup for yourbark and your bird, your rabbit. You bird, you rabbit, you rabbit.