Jackalope- A Poem by Mitch Jasper

By Mitch Jasper, Co-Editor in Chief of The Spark

To the dead rabbit on the side of the road

I hope that’s all you are

A dead withering bunnny

I hope you aren’t any more than that 

I hope i didnt miss your oversized antlers

Or your pheasant tail 

I hope haven’t been driving past a mangled jackalope everyday 

Because if I did

Then that means something special 

Something magical and legendary 

Is dead

And gone 

And that little magic that is still in the world

Is gone

Decaying on the side of the road

Being pecked at by unrighteous crows with their dirty beaks

Gone.

I hope the rabbit is just a small rabbit

So I can keep hoping that maybe a jackalope is running around

Giving someone else’s world magic

And hope.