We have two rabbits that frequent our yard.
They’re not necessarily wanted. They nibble on seedlings; they hack off flower buds; they leave jagged stems shooting up towards the sky. We have two rabbits that have set up shop. They hide under the deck; they wear escape routes under the fence; they leave droppings throughout the yard. We have two rabbits that have claimed their stake. They throw the dog into a frenzy; they leave their scent; they dash away. These rabbits were born last year, somewhere else in the neighborhood. They’re two of the five bunnies who showed up daily. Until one by one, they stopped coming. Except these two. These two are ours. Their favorite spot is the grassy patch between the flowering bushes and the fence. I’m certain they’ve chosen it because we can see them from the kitchen window. Close enough to observe, but too far from the door to actually do anything about it. It’s been a quiet winter without them. I honestly thought they had moved on. I honestly imagined our yard would be ours again this summer. Until Sunday. Standing at the kitchen sink, I looked up. And there they were. Two rabbits. Sitting beside the flowering bushes, still bare. Looking at me. We have two rabbits who have returned. Once again, they frequent our yard; they’ve set up shop; they’ve settled in. We have two rabbits.
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Adrienne Gillespie
3/10/2020 02:39:28 pm
Very effective use of repetition in this piece. I can feel your torn emotions. You should name those two rabbits.
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Sara T.
3/10/2020 03:25:14 pm
This was beautifully written!
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3/10/2020 08:04:06 pm
Rabbit math: Two rabbits = _____ rabbits? Your use of repitition was so effective. And the way the short sentences land..."These two are ours."
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3/11/2020 02:52:16 am
They are yours indeed. Because I absolutely love the structure of this it would be interesting to write the same story through the eyes of the rabbits--we have these humans. Enjoyed reading this today.
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