And people call me odd?

Dogs walk down the
front stairs,
the little brown one
gingerly on new
surgery hip.

I see across the street
a rabbit on neighbor’s
front lawn.

I hear the sound of a
leaking tire?

Refocusing I see an
old woman
behind the
door screen
attempting
unsuccessfully
to scare away the
rabbit with
hissing lips,
fearsome
creature that
rabbits are.

She has been
watching too much
Monty Python.