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I carried the cottontail out
To the back field and layed
Him down in the collapsed
Hollow under where the bank
Had all fallen away and I
Covered him with leaves.
His body was wet and not
Light, and I had to hold
The neck. I could hear the
Others calling me back but
I didn't care. And now he
Can rest and not get his
Guts all pulled out on a
String by a hawk or have
His eyes stabbed in. Poppa
Used to say beautiful things
Die. He used to say there
But for the grace of God
Go I, when we would see the
Processions, for funerals.
But he went there, grace or
No. And when I was a kid
Lou would call me Rabbit.