Here’s a poem I wrote while taking a walk around town one night, as well as this photo which I’ve dubbed “Bunny Over Beirut”.
The amber-red hare flees
desperately from its grey,
neglected by the minuscule, insignificant
Smoke-like hands extend and encircle
the helpless beast, suffocating
and smothering it, until it becomes one with the grey.
A gentle autumn breeze reassuringly
caresses the trees and splashes
harmlessly against distant towers
as it always does, hunt or no hunt,
and night falls once again over the city.