A little dark rabbit with tall ears

jumps onto the back of the gazebo,

a weathered gray in contrast, 

and runs to the front, hops with practiced

grace onto the white rock path, pauses,

then begins running circles in the flower bed

in and out of view among the lilies, bee balm,

yarrow, milkweed, then back through the gazebo, 

makes an abrupt stop, stands on hind legs,

looks about, then takes off running again, 

loop after meandering loop, forward 

then backward, over and over. Speedy 

Gonzales. Perhaps there are two.

I stand watching, a good 20 minutes.

All that energy, only one little rabbit.