Where's The Gray? Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

There were two rabbits:
One white, one black.
They gamboled slightly ahead,
Weaving between trees.
However, when I turned the corner,
I saw and heard nothing.
Upon arriving at work
I poured at hot cup of coffee,
And stirred in sugar
With a thin white straw.
When I arrived at my desk
I saw the mug I had forgotten to put in the sink.
It had a black straw in it.
Is my life some story of duality,
Run by some strange reoccurring motif?
Or have I lost my mind
To a bizarre sense of paranoia?
Perhaps that I recognize this at all
Means I am somewhat sane.
I hope so.