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.
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