We have so many rabbits here, but we rarely see them. Now that we have a few inches of snow on the ground, though, the evidence of their nightly visitations is clear.

Their triad prints in the snow are easy to spot. Big ones, little one, and all sizes in between.

They seem to adore the mixed bird seed I scatter on the ground for the doves and sparrows.

Once in a while, at dawn or dusk, we catch a glimpse of a brave soul eating their fill.

Writer. Runner. Marine. Airman. Former LGBTQ and HIV activist. Former ActUpNY and Queer Nation. Polyglot. Middle-aged, uppity faggot. jamesfinnwrites@gmail.com

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