Surprise At The Next Bend… Poem by saranyan bee

At the next bend
shaped after a hairpin
I had the hunch
to see
a surprised hare
pair of ears rutted up

body and fur
eyes like balls of gold
stunned by the glare
of my beam -
I was heading home late.

they had told me
you could stop your car
walk down to the fellow
catch him by the ears
n’ carry him home.

at the next bend
whatever shaped after
there were these balls of gold
body and fur, no surprises,
white snouted
a black bear.

she didn’t take it kindly,
the acrimony of lights,
engine fury

for she pounded the bonnet,
when heat scorched her paws
pounded salivated windshield

as if would catch me by the ears
n' take me home.
Is her hubby late for home?