Her face, a jarring juxtaposition
Of the eyes of a rabbit cowering
In a hollow, moss-eaten log, alert
With the terror of survival, waiting
For the hawk to leave her perch, in contrast
To the too human lines that have emerged
From deep beneath her pale skin, carrying
The wear and tear of all the years, absurd
Triumph and loss, midnight laughter, the weight
Of repeated rejection. She rises,
Slumps into the car and drives to the lake.
Astonished to find herself in darkness,
She cries out in fury at the random
Cruelty of all-too human systems.