he hunted rabbits

he hunted rabbits, my dad
with flashlight and gun
shot the dirt near their warrens
nicked their tails

his glasses didn’t work so well in the dusk
not conducive to a quick dinner, no

he used to get me to carry the “bunny bag”
as he called it
I never told him how sad it made me
how i really didn’t want to be party to it all

not even when i shot my first one

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