Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Ode to a Rabbit

I found a dead rabbit by the curb. He didn't quite make it across the road. Sorry to see you leave this world so soon. None of us ever knows when we will get clipped by a truck, or felled by cancer.

The morning birds are singing as I dig a hole and place your body in it. A glorious sendoff from this life. I can only hope that my own will be likewise.