Daytime Rabbit

Dear Ones, there are so. many. rabbits. running around. Baby rabbits under our porch. Half-grown rabbits crouched near the thick ground cover. Adult rabbits on the edges of lawns, and yes, used-to-be rabbits near the coyote haunts. Today’s draft was inspired by one of those rabbits.

A dark-eyed rabbit in the center of the lawn —

still, and never still,

fur twitching at the vibrations of my footsteps,

body of pure awareness.

Just a block before,

I stepped — gently — over a rain-soaked clump of fur

left in the grass by nightime coyotes,

evidence of young ones moving just too slowly.

I stand still before this living rabbit, breathe out my intention —

You are safe —

The rabbit, wise with instinct,

bolts into the thick undergrowth.