and the rabbits came to town,
bickering and hollering like a scene all too familiar.
their white fur sparkling like freshly fallen snow
becoming dirtier by the hour-long second
from their constant squabbling.

the dust floats in the air,
as if,
as if some insane magician were throwing around
his moof-moof dust at an unimpressed crowd.

and then...

the high-pitched, ear-splitting screams reached a boil
when Billy Jo Bob came running out of the bank
yelling,
"Get those Goddamned rabbits off mah prop'ty!"

and he started firing into the mass of writhing
white furry things with a
12-gauge double-barrelled shotgun.

ya' know...

it's pretty amazing how fast time flys
when someone's visceral organs
are being splattered in American sized portions
all over your storefront.

and ol' Mama Schmitty just leaned back
in her rockin' chair,
started rockin;
and smiled.

"Now THAT was a show."