below zero

bathed in early morning moonlight
a lone rabbit scuttles
over thin layers of crusty snow
blanketing my lawn
and pausing beneath an oak
nibbles at the few shoots of grass
able to poke through.

from behind thick panes of glass
i stand with coffee in hand
transfixed by the beat
of his tiny heart
until with a start
he’s off scampering
back to his hole.