hutch raze i was feeding two furry friends just outside the park when a woman stopped on the sidewalk and told me about the rabbit that visits her back yard. her husband thinks the bunny's a boy. she thinks it's a girl. she hasn't named her yet. she shows up every day around five. you can almost set your watch to it. there's a buffet set up with all her favourite things. kale. spinach. bok choy. i listened to this person who might have been my mother in a kinder timeline talk about building a little house to keep her comrade warm in the winter, a hutch with a hay floor she can visit whenever she needs respite from the cold, and i smiled so hard i thought my face might break. 231108 what's it to you? who go blather from