Every morning this week there has been a rabbit in the field across from my house.
I stand, on my front porch, watching the sunrise and watching him.
He* hops around the field a bit and then suddenly makes up his mind.
Tearing across the field, crossing the street and running up my sidewalk.
Disappearing to I don’t know where.
Wherever he spends his days, I guess.
(*I have no idea of the sex of this bunny. It’s a bunny. Hard to tell really)