his heart ...

sitting in the moonlight
i feel for his guitar,
having limited strings
some few thin strands
and I fear
I may hear another
a brisk, sharp, cracking sound

a forthcoming day
i know
he maybe able to say a few words
that will make
breaths
leap
in their
pulsing Form

so rabbit sits by himself
with her and carrots in his mind
just wondering
if only this guitar wasn't his heart...