Hyena is as shadow stretched
speaking in his grinning way,
a million needle pointed teeth,
‘til Rabbit’s frantic heart stops racing
fast as prey from predator.
Four grey stones pressed to her breast,
she holds them close, cradles them.
My God, she sighs through bunny lips
as sunrise creeps over the ridge,
“Thank you for Hyena’s keep.
The babies sleep as sound as Keats.”