( petrabbitcare )
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.
( ribonita )