What the Children Saw
We peeked, each of us with one bare toe
Squeezed into a knothole,
Glad to trade the pain for another look.
We couldn't see any trees back there,
Just a concrete patio blotched with dirt, and
Blood, and in the far corner
Heavy wooden crates, bound with baling wire.
Full of rabbits, hundreds of them,
All young ones, hiding in the shadows.
Over their heads a sheet of crinkled metal
Stretched across the neighbor's yard.
Underneath, lined up against
The back fence were ten silver buckets.
Catching the steady drips from where
They hung, above, with their necks wrung out.
We peeked, each of us with one bare toe
Squeezed into a knothole,
Glad to trade the pain for another look.
We couldn't see any trees back there,
Just a concrete patio blotched with dirt, and
Blood, and in the far corner
Heavy wooden crates, bound with baling wire.
Full of rabbits, hundreds of them,
All young ones, hiding in the shadows.
Over their heads a sheet of crinkled metal
Stretched across the neighbor's yard.
Underneath, lined up against
The back fence were ten silver buckets.
Catching the steady drips from where
They hung, above, with their necks wrung out.
by Jannie M. Dresser, copyright/all rights reserved 2010
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