black rabbit in snow - 11/30

i knew that breathing them would spark the predator in you

inspire resentful sour spit to pour from your mouths pores

with large boldly innocent eyes i gazed up into your face

giving you a bigger target to bite, like black rabbit in snow

giving you the perfect vantage point, see

how wide my heart was stretched, waiting

all 3 small words hobbled out, purposefully perfectly pitched: weak, wimper,

nearly a whine placed under your boots, guaranteeing the desired effect

your confused mixture of disgust, disdain & the complete understanding that

you need to hear them more than i need to say them