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
