Dead Rabbit in the Road
A few weeks ago I was worried that the wild rabbit that lives in my neighborhood had gotten himself killed. Then the other night I saw him hopping along as happy as can be. I don't know why I spend so much time thinking of that silly rabbit. Just the other morning I figured out where he lived - under Mr. Kim's shed. Out in the back 50 just south of Kim's garden. The man who originally owned my house put up a really nice fence around his (now mine) garden. I figure it was because the rabbit was eating his vegetables. Sometimes I leave carrots outside for the little guy. I guess he liked them because they weren't there in the morning.
Anyway, on my way to work I found the rabbit dead in the road. His legs were still stretched out like his life ended in mid-stride. Today I have been really sad about it and don't know why. Can't talk to anyone about it because they will just think I am being emotional. I have lost enough friends to really terrible endings. This shouldn't bother me. But it does. All day long I have been conflicted with guilt because I just left him there. I should have stopped and picked him up and buried him next to my garden. It seems like life is ugly. Ultimately, we are all left alone in the cold. Dead on the side of the street.