By John Berryman
& underneath, gladened our afternoon
munching a crab-'
That rabbt was a fraud, like a black bull
Prudent I admire in Zaragoza, who
was certianly brave as a demon
but would not charge, being willing not to die
The rabbit's case, a little different
constant in alert
& Willy looks down at the lawn, while rapt but chattering on the porch we sat in the view near by
Then he went mildly by, and sat around behind
my cabin, and when I followed behind, there he sat
only a last
he turned down around, passed my wife at four feet
and hopped the whole lawn and made a thro' the hedge for the big
house
"Mr. Bones, were all brutes and fools"
by
John Berryman