Improv Post Two Week Nine

The Explosion- Philip Larkin
This is also a pastoral, so I kept in the nature-y mode while keeping the first line "on the day of the explosion."

On the day of the explosion
my mother pointed to the sky,
said look, and I only saw clouds.
One, the shape of a bunny without
a tail, the other, a building.
The bunny lept over the building,
or maybe molded into it since the
two were clouds, and landed softly
on the other side. The tail twitches
silently in the corner, and fades
into the fluff of a white cloud.