once, long ago - Wisconsin farm lands - we ate
the rabbits. we were young and genteel poor
and back-to-the-landers, and we ate the animals
and plants of the gentle wilds of our BumpityRoad
Farm, abutting a State Game Preserve, and we
leaned the foods and ways of our Neighbors, who
taught me Everything about Game and Garden and
Fruit Cellar and Putting Foods By...and about Rabbits....
here, on the fringes of our Upcountry National Forest,
Jacks are jumping free - little worry about hungry
hunters, now (save, of course, for the wily raccoons,
the coyotes, the bobcats, the mountain lions, the ferals,
and, yes, Our Mountain Homeless....)!
admire their speed, their Spring-healthy coats! respect,
for their fecundity and their surviving grace! smiles,
for their wonderfully useful ears and powerful legs!
honor: for the Wild in them, as is more latent in our
own selves...capture only their joy! and if needs’ must:
remember to parboil with herbs for quite some time:
these are muscles of ancient rhythms, and will not
bow, nor break bond lightly....