Rabbits

standing bunny

Why the rabbits? I simply love them. Ever since my first love: Hopperty. (In the photo I am holding two of her children.) More recently, wild rabbits have graced my garden. I heard a shocking statistic on NPR which inspired this poem.

 

 

TWO WILD RABBITS

Through the window,

Before breakfast,

I saw

Two rabbits sauntering,

Treading lightly

On beige paws

 

One sat up, quizzical,

His erect ears

Held me safely

Behind glass,

Allowing the doe to munch

The sweet grass

Scattered between

Paving stones

 

The morning’s foray

A gift from the four percent

Of wild animals

Remaining

Among all creatures

Now on earth

 

nicola with rabbit

 

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