Road Kill.(Poem)

 
ROAD KILL 
 
You may have thought things would come right again 
If only you could sit quite still and wait. 
 
--Larkin 
 
   Driving to the hospital late last night, 
   I turned down a road that ran between dark fields. 
   Up ahead, in the middle of the road, 
   a small brown rabbit was sitting very still, 
   looking down at a rabbit who was dead, 
   a mangled corpse, run over by a car. 
   Lit up by my headlights, he took off toward the fields. 
   Slowing down, I drove by the dead rabbit, 
   then stopped the car, and watched in the rear-view mirror. 
   The rabbit came back ...