Arson Bunny

[thejunipertree]

A few nights ago, I held a wild baby rabbit in
my hands on the Goose's front lawn. He was
barely tea cup size. Little stand up ears and
huge eyes rolled back, looking up at me.
I thought he was dead, at first. Until I ran
my fingers down the brown grey pelt of his
back, feeling the movement of breath. I picked
him up to place him in the bushes, but he kicked
his large feet (which were the best part of him,
I think) and bolted for cover. I was struck
dumb the rest of the night.

Alternately, today on the way to Delaware,
I saw a rabbit struck by a car, lying on the
shoulder of the road. He was large and kicking
around in a circle, presumably in the throes
of death. My mother had to swerve to avoid him
and I covered up my eyes, whimpering quietly.
It didn't help. The image was still burned into
the back of my brain and I've been carrying it
around with me all day.