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The rabbit sits in frozen awe
its button eyes fixed on me its long ears pointed skyward to catch what it cannot see. A sprig of grass hangs from its chin or could it be my shredded flowers? The furry creature starts to move to the garden he thinks is ours. I grimace and whistle and the rabbit scampers. May peace endure but I fear more capers. (c) 2021 Larry Kilham |