Stopping for breakfast at sunrise.
Eating at bed one and two.
Friends together, on the road.
Fully grown bunnies.
They cannot see us; they’re occupied.
Munching and hopping.
We don’t see them everyday
So when we do we enjoy the sight of them.
A turkey buzzard made a low, slow pass overhead.
The rabbits ducked into hiding.
The morning is quiet and calm.
The rabbits want to keep it that way.
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