The watchful life in the still rabbit’s eye
Transfixed, We stand frozen
Waiting for the other’s
The fly leaves the rabbit’s eye,
The rabbit is dead.
[Unusually, this one has a title. The first stanza, with a very slight variation, was originally a complete walking poem, captured in suspense as the rabbit and I encountered one another. See Walking Poem 2018-09-26 The Fly. The second stanza is a subsequent attempt to capture What Happened Next. ]