The Rabbit

The Rabbit Saw a rabbit by the roadside stopped put blinking light on, the driver behind me was annoyed perhaps he had been thinking of the open road as seen on ads. The rabbit was thin although it sat on juicy grass maybe it had been hiding shivering in a hole from dogs and men with guns; thought of taking it home but didn`t it was too thin, and something told me not to touch it. I murmured a few encouraging words and drove off. On my way back home the rabbit was still there, but now it was dead a bit of fluff in an uncaring world.