The Rabbit

I remember the spring when the rabbit with no ears showed up.
Little pink stubs.
Were they bleeding?
Had they been ripped or chewed off?
This rabbit hopped about and enjoyed eating grass no differently.
At first it was unsettling, then amusing, then normal.
Then company would come and say look at that rabbit!
And it would again seem odd, unsettling, but eventually normal.

The ears were not there but not bleeding.
It gave the helmet effect.
And we ran.
We ran from this rabbit.
Although it was only me.
Always only me on the porch.
Running through the ages from this casual rabbit.
Who enjoyed the grass no differently.