April 26, 2017

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. 

Musings

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