A Poem, and First Postcard

I've written a poem about a time that I ran over a rabbit when I was around 17.  I'll post it here because I can, I guess.

I felt the rabbit under the tire

after I saw it dart across the road.

I felt the rabbit under the tire

brown fur suddenly acquiesced

rust-colored stains and

asphalt marks.

bump, flat, now stuck

to the road.

tears were a flood

hysterical, crazy laughter

because I could not believe

what I had just done.

the teacher said that I could

pull over, to take a breath,

but once you are in the mode

of flowing, it's hard to stop.

I felt the rabbit under the tire.

I felt the rabbit under the tire.

And I drove on.

I think it needs a little work, maybe, but I'll take a look at it later.

 

Also, I got my first Postcrossing card the other day, from the Netherlands!  They even used one of the fancy Postcrossing stamps they have over there.  Here's a picture of it. :)