Place of Refuge

Place of Refuge

25 May 2012

Living in Bunny Land



The winter was not cold; this climate
grows rabbits.  Bunnies, in abun-
dance dance across my yard.

Our nightly walk, a ballet of cotton
feet in moonlight, ears in twi-
light, noses nibbling, twitching

to the pulse of the earth; my feet your feet too.
Two of us see two of them: bunnies
in our path.  They see us too.

Who will give way to the other?  It
is we who move to the street, while the rabbits
watch.  Bunnies are we all, even

my cats who watch bunnies from windows.
This is why the rabbits run rampant
on my side of town, and will endure

long after the rest of us have moved on.


2 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

I always count it as a special blessing to see a wild rabbit. They are creatures of the Goddess!

laurak@forestwalkart said...

'cotton feet in moonlight'...i like that!

so nice to have little bunnies hopping through the yard...we see a few now and then...they always make you feel good...