Peaceful Creatures
Juan Pablo Mobili


The scars keep on sinking slowly as pebbles 
but haven’t disappeared. Yet, lately, first thing 
 
in the morning I look for the two twin bunnies
that take their meals in my garden, oblivious
 
to my presence, mortality or strife. Funny
how the world goes on churning out cruelties
 
and I become more tender and watch over the twins. 
I almost sing, while I look out for predators.