Cut the Black Rabbit by Benjamin Cusden
Doorways Are For Daytime Sleeping
As the natural light segues into night amber;
when nocturnal beat and chatter
replaces daytime-drone, it’s time to sink deeper
into shadows – smooth as water to find a way
to seep through unseen cracks, become less
than silhouette and feed your form to darkness.
Navigate away from well-worn tracks, nimbly mask
your scent – camouflage your being with evening air.
As night falls, sympathy’s a starving bird, empathy
an unknown world. Fear is a hyena’s hunting pack.