Myxomatosis - a rabbit suffers
The air is heavy, crushed with
unspent storms;
The leathery ivy leaves are thick with dust.
A movement stirs the nettles, and a moan
Escapes a crouching bunch of swollen flesh,
Of flattened, shell-thin ears, of blinded eyes:
Of closely-looming death – a painless sleep …
The waiting hush is over and the first
Few glassy rain-drops fall, as heaven weeps.
by Damaris West
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