White rabbits are the deftest darting under the shed, the decking or into the garage mess. Why ever did she get a rabbit? To save it
from a cooped up pet shop cage and as a symbolic gesture
for all those rabbits experimented upon in barbaric labs, chemicals rubbed in
their eyes, their brains opened up.
Thus she lives on edge having liberated this fiend of
fleetness that eats her French marigolds and taunts her terrier that shakes
like a leaf at one whiff of rabbit smell: terriers have been honed down the centuries to
be ratters and rabbiters extraordinaire, the poacher’s dream on a moonless
night. But in suburbia he’s another white test of the nerves as he lunges for
the liberated rabbit disappearing behind the barbeque, rediscovering her wild
rabbit ancestry in this modern world.
Tho recently the fleet beast did disappear for a few nights...off
after a mate or tastier dandelions on the other side of the fence? She even
suspected the fat ginger tom down the road had finished her off. But white
rabbit reappeared munching nonchalantly a couple of days ago.
Maybe in the end a neighbour will flatten her one night with
his four wheel drive on the smooth tarmac of the cul-de -sac or an urban fox
will commit the final act. Not a nice end for the twitchy red-eyed madam bringing
all these thoughts of death...
So she prays she long continues her escapade and
doesn’t get caught on CCTV eating the neighbour’s much lauded sweet peas.
