Say it three times, quickly:
Does it make your mouth pucker?
Make you feel as if you are the rabbit?
Still, rabbit is a sign, points to a thing.
A living thing that no more thinks of itself
as Rabbit than you do. Or think of the word
as a symbol, as in Rabbit, run!
Have you eaten lapin? Does it taste like chicken?
Have you held a pink rabbit’s foot in your paw for luck?
Then, remember lone February among months!
With its frog-leaping, Sadie Hawking
fables. February, by the way
is only a symbol, derived of 28 other symbols
(or once in a blue moon, 29) in a never-ending stream
of distancing furry touch from what is.