Hare

I became a baby hare this morning,
propelled myself into the long grass
with my new fat haunches
and waited, a heartbeat beyond teeth —

while my dog ate my sister and left
tufts behind. The unfledged,
swaying in their nests above,
witnessed it all. And the monarch

caterpillars, devouring milkweed,
had nothing to say, no,
nothing at all.

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