Rabbit’s Blue

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

By a heap of stones and thorny bushes
I picked up a tiny baby rabbit
no more than two days old
held it in the cup of my hand
it laid perfectly still
but its heart was beating very fast.

Sensed a mother’s deep misery
put her baby down
and it jumped slowly back into a hole
between stones and safety.
The mother will smell her offspring
and perhaps kill it because it reeks of man.