There is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher-boy, and there is a barber who’s cutting and cutting away at my only joy. I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick and I had thought it’d be harder to do but I caught her and skinned her quick; Held her there kicking and mewling, upended, unspooling, unsung and blue, told her, “Wherever you go, little runaway bunny, I will follow.” And then she ran, as they’re liable to do. 

Be at peace, baby, and begone.

10:33 pm  •  31 March 2013