This morning a sugarshard world

             Hound bounds out spirit untethered

snufflesnouts his way to compost pile

           for cottontails              to chase

                        and mice          to murder

content to do both   in instinctive innocence

My joints screel        metal on metal

            freighttrain reluctant and

                         clinging to the rim of autumn

I turtle into the neck of my parka

             brave a cottonwoolly deck to watch

rabbits run rings   track

             tangents and trajectories

                         to outsprint him

I’m envious of their ability     to poop on the run