Today’s bike ride I ran across
A tiny rabbit in distress:
He somehow got himself tangled
In a fisherman’s discarded
Fishing line that was wrapped around
His neck and lodged between his teeth.
After untangling the line
And freeing him from discomfort
He seen fit to leave two tiny,
Moist, brown pellets in my left hand.
I uttered, now that’s gratitude!
On the way home I thought about
What just took place and I began
To chuckle most of the way home.