three cats, two rabbits

to separate her three cats
from the two
rabbits in the dark
basement, she barricades
the hallway
with suitcases
and a laundry basket,
a trash can turned
on its side. a broom
nearby for shooing.
one rabbit is fat
and black, while the other
a distant relative
is brown.
it looks up at you with
pink eyes, gnawing
on lettuce.
the green leaf hanging
loosely from
it's tight mouth.
you look at the woman
to measure how crazy she
might be.
she smiles. it doesn't
matter. rabbits, cats.
whatever it takes
to find happiness these
days. it's fine with me.