Baby Birch

There is a blacksmith,
and there is a shepherd,
and there is a butcher-boy,

and there is a barber, who's cutting
and cutting away at my only joy.

I saw a rabbit,
as slick as a knife,
and as pale as a candlestick,

and I had thought it'd be harder to do,
but I caught her, and skinned her quick:
held her there,

kicking and mewling, 
upended, unspooling, unsung and blue;

told her "wherever you go,
little runaway bunny,
I will find you."
-Joanna Newsom
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