So much we plan and want to do and then crisis strikes. A bite. A squeal. Pending death. The game; a living toy. No! Resurrection! We want resurrection!
Mommy bunny to the rescue…a surrogate. Life cut short. Or maybe not. A loving soul stores her needs to serve a crushed spirit. Baby bunny set free, a hop ensues, freedom felt. Farewell wild friend. I bid you well. The world is a dangerous place.
The wild take care of the wild. We are cogs in the wheel. Listen! Learn from the wild. See.