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Rabbit holes abound

here hidden beneath 

dead tree stumps,

among the wild back 

yards wooded in pines.

At dusk, at the magic time,

when one imagines]movement

-is it real or imagined, the rabbits,

large and brown, move stealthy

among low lying hostas and stairways

to heaven. Despite my despair at 

their love of leafy greens, I revel at

the sight of them.

Someday I hope to fall down a

rabbit hole for tea and arugula

salad. And a chat. About holes.