Mother Rabbit rolls joyfully in the sand where once the pool sat; life has changed. Spotting me, she glares; I’ve closed the gates with chickenwire around the peas she’s pointed out to progeny and lettuce she was waiting for to ripen. Zucchini finally blossoms; yellow faces smiling once they see the danger gone.
And after eighteen years I finally find a cardinal feather fallen from a bright red wing.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology