Today I Caught That Fat Rabbit

Today I caught that fat rabbit Back again Eating the daisies I'd planted. Biting their sad little black-eyed Susan heads off, Leaving the decapitations on my blacktop driveway. He kept his head up and moving side-to-side All the time his mouth was ripping, nibbling. And he held that wide-open stare. I banged on the window, he hopped and hid under the hastas. I checked the time, and went back to my kitchen and my coffee and my Bronstein book and hoped that no one catches me.