I suppose the are the “good ole days”
The days where one has more time than money
Cashed on for lounging and sun nibbled skin
youth, a precarious thing
all that experience have the fleeting notion of discovering a hidden treasure already found and reburied
when lessons are experienced never told, how a babe first eats a dandelion instead of blows
stumbling across the connections to be weeded out by growth
fear and anticipation still tickles in the same hum
whisper promises of forever is to a sympathy of cicadas to bears witness
the same promise yet multiple forgotten caresses answer the plea
Imprints fading yet some tattooed, wrapped to the rhythm of quickened breaths
like a festering mosquito bite, awareness to the pace of time
its disruption to one’s gate correlates with how much is paid to notice it
losing possession of a touch of childhood
5 little Bunnies in a terrible storm.
5 little bunnies very recently born.
The rain-washed out their nest buried in the ground.
Momma bunny was fast carrying them to our mulch mound.
Now high above the water but turning oh so cold.
Wet and getting colder she buried them to keep them warm.
But it was getting colder and she truly did her best, but…
Exposure was setting in before they were safely set.
Then came my dogs pointing them out in the torrential rain.
So we ran out to see what there was to do in gain.
Cold, wet, and stiff one barely moved as we picked it up
So gathering them in the rain for the house we did gallop.
They appeared dead but we wanted to try to save the day
We put them together warming them with a drier with no delay.
Gently drying and warming their fur… they came back alive.
Over night warming was all we could do to help them survive.
It stopped raining that night so the very next morn…
We reburied them together in the mulch pile safe and warm.
Momma bunny found them and raised them just for us…
Now precious great grand bunnies play with boldness in our yard…
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