Shadowgraphing
I shadowgraphed with knuckled hand
a rabbit on the painted wall.
I produced nose wrinkling ... hopping ...
all that rabbits do ...
until ...
sharp rapping at my door, sent scampering
to a dingy mental burrow,
my delightful friend to wait there
for some afternoon when sunlight
once again makes beckoning meadow
of my otherwise gray walls
and unlimbers that squelched rabbit
harboring hops within us all.