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Some Bunnies Baby.

Updated on March 07, 2010


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
and 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

still kicking,
its body a credit card
its head still intact

and wide eyed,
seconds from

death it writhed.

I stopped the car,
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,
her babies had

disappeared into t

he 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

the moonlight,
and 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,
and was also

under the tires of

some passing vehicle,
bearing the

last chapters
of two

misguided creatures
final journeys.








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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Cars are so cold and indifferent. Even the horse is alive. But not the automobile and so often not the driver as well. I'm glad you are alive Sir! And not indifferent!

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