Rabbit

My wife came home
to say she had hit a rabbit,
tears rolling down.

She had carried it to the vet,
its pelvis crushed
and no way
that he could repair it.
So he put it down,
a needle direct in the heart.

It turned out
it wasn't she who hit it,
nonetheless, she mourned.
It was so pretty,
she said.
It was so pretty.