Funny thing, though. That little rabbit DID knock down our chair-again. But neither the big dog nor I heard it. Not a peep. Our backyard floodlights weren't triggered as the animals danced about. Here, there, and under that, Over that. Imagine, in slow motion, a rabbit running across the yard. Picture him planting his front paws on the ground, one after the other in a line. He leaps, and his two back feet come down together, side by side in front of the line of the first two prints. He leaps again and again to repeat the pattern, over and over.
And yet the leftovers of their midnight dance offers such peacefulness to look at. What a wonderful way to wake up.
Welcome to Crusty beef
I'm hare today, gone tomorrow.
The weather is HARE! Wish you were beautiful.