Garden Philosopher

Bunny died today, gender never sure, as she lived, dignity, grace, no surprise, Two days food uneaten, left as it were. A private decision not to arise. Ten years, ancient for a bunny, she lived with us presiding over our gardens. Although now blind, he had willingly served as philosopher, aware of all goings on, leaving comments in the compost bin, the real heart of the garden and will be for years. She often basked in the noon sun with his old acquaintance, the cat, Ripley. The moments I shared with him, I revere. The knowledge she passed to me, I treasure.