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September 9, 2011 / Rae Spencer

The Rabbit Nest

Earlier this summer, we found a rabbit nest in our back yard. The baby rabbits survived until old enough to leave their nest, but one was lost to a hawk within days of emergence.

I had been mesmerized by the rabbits’ secret nest, and I mourned the lost baby with helpless tears. I mourned, even though I understand and accept the necessary balance between rabbits and hawks, the fierce and inescapable truth that binds life to life.

One Comment

  1. monica devine / Sep 12 2011 12:40 PM

    The circle of life, of which we are a part. Maybe we cry because it reminds us of the inevitability of our own passing. Enjoy your poems…

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