The Hare that Speaks...

I look out of the window, the leaves
are cold and still as they lay on the ground
and there, in the middle my view,
is something that blends in
with its surrounding yet does not
at the same time. I walk out
to that place and am awakened
by the corpse of a hare.

Death surrounds my feet as I kneel down
to inspect my fellow creature: there is
no blood, no breath, no sign of life,
and there is no head.
All that remains is the body,
a bruised memory of a life once lived
that is now returning what was given to it.

This creature will not rise like the phoenix,
to soar over the ashes of what it had made
burning a new image into the gray, cloudless sky.
Rather the hare with no head
will lie here and speak to me.
It will tell me the reality of life,
and tell me to return home
quickly.