night rabbit

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nine thirty seven, pm,
a rabbit nibbles in our dark yard

under the bird feeder.
her presence assures me of safety;

she would not be there otherwise.

i watch her until she hops off,
scattering dust, and fur, and memory
in her tracks.

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