rabbits raze i want to believe your broken leg wasn't a death sentence. that you found a way to heal enough to shield yourself from harm a little longer. that you're still out there somewhere, dreaming of the drought that hasn't hit us yet. but i know better. you must be the memory of some other animal's best meal by now. i miss you. all of you. i miss watching you graze and gather grass with the soft magic of your mouths. the way your auburn eyes hooked onto mine. the marbled swirl of your summer_wear. i miss the music the coiled springs of your hind legs made in a bed of bracts when you were leaving and the silent songs you sang to me to say hello. how i miss you. 260612 what's it to you? who go blather from