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The Bunny

I heard the squeals, the screams, the high pitched shrieks that sounded almost human in their agony which pierced me like razor blades slashing my soul as I searched for their source turning to see a pewter gray bunny near the fence under attack by a cat whose cusped claws had sheared off clumps of soft fur from its back leaving long gashes, its blood staining the grass Rushing over I frantically shooed the feline away the bunny hopping off in obvious pain in the opposite direction stopping every few feet to rest before going out the back gate where I lost sight of it as it sought shelter in some bushes I knew it was unlikely to live long spending its last hours suffering I harbored no ill will towards the cat as it was only doing what its instincts demand for it must have fresh meat both creatures completely innocent of any crime In tears I returned to the task of digging in the dirt composed of death and decay planting a bed of flowers as I pondered if perhaps I was the guilty party for interfering before concluding that I was as free from any blame as they Those who claim this world is beautiful or that it was created by some benevolent being in the sky have never heard a bunny cry

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