' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Durer's Hare

Vivid as Durer's hare as if my eyes had drawn each & every hair knew personally each strand its coat moving softly in the breeze moving with the rhythm of its breathing a real live hare an inch and an eternity away hanging out with us humans as if we weren't humans just other hares almost expecting him to say hello being with us us being with him upon a bank of sunlight as if we were passangers at a bus stop waiting for a bus that never comes twitching a nostril scratching itself my uncle & I stare as long as forever is not moving a muscle as if were the only humans in an animal's world two living statues un- -til... with a blurr of speed my uncle karated chopped it the hare instantly an animal in a human's world Durer's hare nothing now but a bubbling in a stew pot but still my living work of art as the sun loses its way and as day becomes night Always remember this I thought 'Humans will always be humans! ' Even uncles! i cried myself to sleep that night siding with the rabbits.