Here is the poem I mentioned in my last post. I watched this particular rabbit early one morning as it fed under one of the many mesquite trees that are in full bloom.
Mesquite, al Fresco
I see you, young rabbit;
Though the mesquite is full of leaf and yellow flowers,
Still I spy you standing on your hind legs,
White belly outward to the sun,
Front legs lop…
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