Though I kept hoping to see him out nibbling bits of grass, after several days I’ve had to face reality. Someone ran over my rabbit. I call him mine because he lived in the flowerbed in front of my house. He was not quite full grown but I saw him face off and jump at a squirrel who came too close. He was quite territorial about his garden. I worried about him being caught by a coyote, but a car or truck ended his short life. He wasn’t really my rabbit, of course. He was wild. He wasn’t bothered about me walking in his yard though, and I respected his space. He was just one of many of God’s little creatures, but I miss him.
My Rabbit
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I feel the pain. Rabbits are rare here, too many predators; though they were in abundance in our small town two miles away. We finally had one show up and were able to get a picture. It wasn’t long before something got it. Maybe an 🦉. We miss him too.
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