It came to me in a dream,
a five foot ten rabbit
drenched in kerosene.
It struck a match
and I watched the scene
unfold right there
in front of me.
The rabbit lurched
into the street,
hopped around
then lost it’s feet.
Others near
began to retreat,
and then I heard
those tires screech.
Sirens blaring,
medics bearing
down the block,
headed for
the very spot
where moments before
the hare got hot.
They piled out
with bags of gear,
and they grabbed
the rabbit
by the ears.
But by this time,
mostly ash and char,
the bunny fit
inside a jar.
They scooped it up
into their car
and then
I lead them to a bar
and joined them
for a round of beer,
minus Paul
who had to steer.