of the great expanse
of the Fitness Center parking lot,
one tree surrounded
by an island of grass
stands alone in a sea of vehicles.

As I emerge 
from my car I spot
a peculiar and unlikely sight.
I keep inching closer to be sure.
And yes it’s true.

A baby bunny
chasing three crows around
the only tree in the parking lot.
The rabbit charges and the crow
flaps away.  And then again
with the next crow.  And then again.

At first
I thought the hare was aggressive
in its attack,  though the crows
didn’t seem threatened, just
moving out of the way, as you
would brush aside an insect.

Who would believe this?
Seeking confirmation,
I point out this bizarre sight
to another woman getting out
of her convertible.  They’re playing,
she said.  And of course they are.

Our news channels so choked
with conflict, it slipped my mind
play happens spontaneously 
in nature.  I walk into the gym
renewed, a livelier bounce in my step.