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Today, a break from poetry to tell a story – a reminder
of the ways we belong to one another.
Yesterday afternoon, I was pulling into the parking lot
at a shopping center, when I caught a flash of movement
at the back end of a Goodwill Trailer (you know the kind – a drop off).
I steered in that direction and as I got closer, noticed
the movement was a small rabbit. I’m not sure what he
was doing in that particular (un-nature) place, but he was
definitely a kid. He froze when I stopped the car and for moments,
we watched each other.
When another car entered the lot, he took off – a bullet
across the blacktop. I wasn’t sure where he would go.
I mean, he was in the middle of town, and somewhere between a
gas station and a burger joint. I saw him stop when he reached a
patch of grass and I assumed he was nearing home
(or home as he knew it).
I drove probably another 100 feet before stopping to get out
of the car. I glanced back in his direction and saw two large black
crows were chasing something. I don’t know that it was him, and
suspect it wasn’t since whatever they were chasing seemed smaller
(or at least smaller now that I’ve had time to reflect)….
– but the thought of him being caught was unbearable. I popped
my trunk, dropped in my purse and grabbed the tire iron, before taking
off across the parking lot. It’s been years since I ran so hard
and screamed so loud.
The birds seemed to have cornered whatever
they were chasing, but just as I let out my last scream (yep……..with
all I could muster, ‘nevermore’), the thing they were
pursuing darted between them and under a dumpster. That seemed
to be a sign for them and they took off (or took off to the roof,
where I assumed they would watch and wait for the
re-emergence of their prey).
I cursed them a bit before walking back to my car. I was proud of myself,
but on the other hand, I pondered. First, it must be tough being God and
keeping an eye on everything all the time. Second, I’m not God; as He
would have allowed nature to take care of itself (which is exactly
what was happening even as I came charging with the tire iron).
And yet, (third) I was there, and if there’s One who knows me, it is
God, and He knew I could never turn away from that bunny (good thing I
didn’t have a slingshot in my trunk).
Not sure of the bunny’s name, but I now call him Will (Goodwill)…..
and I am confident that the next time we see each other, it will be a
joyous occassion.
Always, we belong to each other.
Let us never (even for a moment) forget.
Love….
of all I am
you are a part
a fisher in the grain
a ribbon tied –
of spring brocade
of light within the stain
of you
I know –
though none would say
the ways we came to be
knowing not
the day or time –
you’re path would cross
to me
tornadoday 
a person of Zen will always do what is sufficient at the moment without hesitation…no less and no more. The bunny was, the crows were and apparently so was the one with the tire iron and loud voice
🙂 a loud southern voice…………… Thank you, dearest Robert. ~ Love, Bobbie
All I can say is…., you need to write more stories, Bobbie. This was just the most enjoyable thing I’ve seen/read all month. I somehow have visions of you racing across a parking lot with a tire iron above your head !!!!!! I’m still laughing about it !
Love and a hug,
Paul
LOL! Exactly. I’m lucky someone didn’t shoot me………. 🙂
So perfectly beautiful!
Thank you, sweet Wendell. Somehow I knew you would like this……….. The only description that came to mind later was ‘wild banshee’….. 🙂 ~ Love you, Me
This was delightful, Bobbie, and so you.
Indeed, it is so me………although sometimes, I’m convinced that others could do with a little less of ‘so me’. 🙂 Thank you, Dennis. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
I can’t even imagine that. love ever, Dennis.
hmm… 🙂
There you go with that ‘hmmmmm’ thing again, Vimal. I’m never sure what that means, but am encouraged by the fact that it’s followed by your smile! ~ Love to you, my friend. ~ Always, Bobbie
I loved this story. I know how you feel about that enchanting bunny baby… I’ve picked up de-hydrated hedgehogs and taken them home for a drink, and taken a sea snail back to where I picked up the shell ten miles away… it hurts otherwise, doesn’t it…
O, yes, Valerie. I’ve held up traffic to ferry a turtle from one side of the freeway to the other. Yes, it hurts for surely it should. We belong to one another. Our only hope is in knowing these places of love and grace. Have a wonderful day, my friend. You’ve just made mine much sweeter. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Only a soul like yours could relate such a tale of immense joy! Touched I am after reading this… not just by the words but by your heart. Thank you for this post. The world feels a bit better to find someone like you. 🙂
Love & Best wishes
Tanumoy
Thank you, Tanumoy. I was thinking on this last night and originally, the category of Storytelling was a place for these pieces, and then (of course) everything became a story. I think I’ll create a new category for these so that they’re easier to find. For many, these stories are far easier to understand than my poetry! 🙂 Love you, Bobbie
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