a hare in the
yard would
run (tied at
the foot.

the lucky
ones do, by
yarn and

knit)
the world a knotty
new cap. if there
was one.

so i
tell raccoons
their babies are
cute. and
an opossum
hangs
down from
a branch,

quietly jealous. it’s
rare if hares
knit hats
with straps