Poor Rabbit in Wrong Habitat
Wildlife are struggling among the human infrastructures
Autumn dusk hour,
We see a cottontail rabbit,
Emerging from the boxwood thickets,
To nibble on the neighbor’s lawn.
I ask my kid daughter,
Do you think it’s good or bad?
Is he happy or sad?
She echoes what I felt.
Pesticide-sprayed lawn,
Concrete driveway and sidewalk,
Asphalt streets lined with SUVs,
No business wildlife being there.
The vehicles are like monsters,
Capable of mangling the rabbit
He should be in a lush meadow,
With wildflowers and tubers galore.
He should live in a warren
With his family and fluffle,
Underneath a manzanita bush,
Eating clovers and dandelions.
Note: This poem was originally published in Medium.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
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Comments (2)
True, rabbits should be out in nature in a meadow not in a city. I lived and still do in a very rural area, and it is nice to see a bunny hopping about and nibbling in the garden. Great job.
I always did feel sorry for animals in the cities