Monday, 7 April 2014

Rabbit in 'Long Story Short'

It is now seventeen months since I first made the acquaintance of Rabbit. Early in November, 2012 he appeared in my lane, obviously a domestic rabbit, plump and silver grey and appealing; equally obviously, he was then ill-accustomed to life in the wild. Probably, I concluded, he was an unwanted buck dumped by a local breeder or, perhaps, a more charitable explanation, a determined escapee. He was certainly a very hungry rabbit because it wasn't very long at all before he was eating breakfast cereal from my hand. After a few days, I bought rabbit food and our long association began.
     Rabbit may look like a pet but Rabbit is a free rabbit. At the outset of our relationship with him, David and I considered the notion of 'rescuing' him. We were encouraged in this by the number of people who were quick to inform us that 'the foxes will get him' and 'he won't survive long in the wild'.  On reflection, though, it seemed to us that although Rabbit liked to be stroked and would even come when called, he was enjoying his freedom. We decided that we would do what we could to help him get through the winter.  In a very short time, he was calling on us two or three times a day.
     Anyway, here is link to Long Story Short's poetry page where Rabbit features, alongside his photograph, in my poem 'March into April' - and here is another picture of Rabbit just because he is very handsome.

Rabbit sheltering from a sudden hail storm in March, 2014