Some Bunnies Baby.
Some Bunnies Baby.
On the way
home from some
unimportant errand
I swerved on
the dark road
inches from
a huge ditch
and a catapult
into eternity.
But I just missed
hitting three baby bunnies
hip hopping
back and forth
across the road
to their wounded mother
lying half squashed
on the yellow line.
Its back legs
were still kicking,
its body a credit card
with its head still intact
wide eyed and
seconds from
death it writhed.
I stopped the car
with no one else
around me
and wondered at
what I should do?
Finish the job death
had so cruelly started
or simply drive on.
The vet hospitals
simply put wild
animals to sleep,
they did not
treat them.
Sadly her babies had
disappeared into
the bushes
that lined the
ditch along
the road.
The dilemma was
quite troubling
but then the mother
bunny went still,
its big brown eyes
glazing in a sheen the color
of the moonlight
So I drove on
thankful that
I had not hit it,
but saddened
by its passing
on my watch
in this life.
The next morn I
happened to
be driving
in that
same vicinity
and all that remianed
was blood and gore
mixed with soft fur
on the asphalt
no matter whose
fault it was.
But sadly just
inches away
lay the
crushed body
of one of the
baby bunnies,
who had returned
to it's momma
in some moment
of instinct, remorse
or just trembling fear,
