While delivering mail in the high desert,
as she's done for 20 odd years,
this particular cat
won't stop talking to her.
Under its paw,
a tiny fellow,
scared still.
In her hand
the rabbit
perplexes.
What to do,
what to do,
with you?
There's a man waiting
in the driveway sun
clocking his mail
precise, to the minute.
Now in his hand he holds this small
what to do, what to do with,
life.
Why me? he asks.
Because, she says, you are the chosen one.
As she turns
he dips one lean finger in the now stuttering fur
and soothes,
"it's all right.
it's all right, baby."
as she's done for 20 odd years,
this particular cat
won't stop talking to her.
Under its paw,
a tiny fellow,
scared still.
In her hand
the rabbit
perplexes.
What to do,
what to do,
with you?
There's a man waiting
in the driveway sun
clocking his mail
precise, to the minute.
Now in his hand he holds this small
what to do, what to do with,
life.
Why me? he asks.
Because, she says, you are the chosen one.
As she turns
he dips one lean finger in the now stuttering fur
and soothes,
"it's all right.
it's all right, baby."
