Feb 5
we take a walk along the dirty lake…. hear the goose cussing at me over her eggs. you poor little cousin! i don't want your dregs! a little baby fussing over my legs…. there is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher boy and there is a barber who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy! i saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick, and i had thought it'd be harder to do, but i caught her and skinned her quick… held her there, kicking and mewling upended, unspooling, unsung and blue! told her "wherever you go, little runaway bunny, i will find you!" and then she ran… as they're liable to do. be at peace baby…. and be gone.
