The Rabbit Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Rabbit
Saw a rabbit by the roadside stopped put blinking
light on, the driver behind me was annoyed perhaps
he had been thinking of the open road as seen on ads.
The rabbit was thin although it sat on juicy grass
maybe it had been hiding shivering in a hole from dogs
and men with guns; thought of taking it home but didn`t
it was too thin, and something told me not to touch it.
I murmured a few encouraging words and drove off.
On my way back home the rabbit was still there, but now
it was dead a bit of fluff in an uncaring world.