He lies,
the fat, brown rabbit,
motionless on the warm, dark earth,
apparently mounting surveillance
on our neighbor’s deck across the yard.
His camouflage fur
(better than any man-made camo)
conceals flawlessly.
White tail hidden,
only one twitching ear betrays.
Next time I look,
he’s gone,
undoubtedly on a foraging mission.
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Those devious rabbits.. probably trained by some devious intelligence organisation.
I think you’re right, Bjorn. Probably the FBI, Fur Bearing Intelligences. 🙂
janet