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.




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


Among all creatures

Now on earth


nicola with rabbit


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