Saturday, April 30, 2011

This is why my dad hated cats

A rabbit dug her nest in one of my flower beds.
Under the lavender shrub, next to the dead stump.
This morning, when I went to check on the snap peas progress,
I found 4 dead rabbits, pulled out of the nest,
one ripped and torn, the others still whole, spread out on the grass.

They weren't eaten.
Just played with and killed.
A wild animal would have killed for food.
I'd have found only scraps of fur,
or the remnants of the nest.
these were killed by something that didn't need food.
something with a full belly, a water dish kept clean and full, a warm bed to sleep in.
Someone's pet.

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