AN AUTUMN DAY

I shot a rabbit in the wood
beneath the yellow-orange trees.
Red was all I saw.
Not quite through,
The rabbit squirmed
upon the forest floor.

I felt the wind.
I drew a knife.
A breeze
across my brow.
My hand came down
Again.
Again.

I heard the leaves
rustling
screeching
then it stopped.
The Fall.
I killed a rabbit in the wood.


© 2002, Jeffrey D. J. Kallenberg

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