I see three cross the road for Seventy Six Falls
            up to the Maurice Thomas Road
            where my sister lives

            and one darts into the driveway
            toward my brother-in-law’s house
            and turns into the tall grass.

            All the young rabbits are half grown
            or less, even the one I watch
            run across my driveway

            at home.
            Cats prowl at night.
            Coyotes howl in the woods
                 
            behind my house.
            I am reminded of the rabbits
            taken to Australia

            where they had no predators.
            Rabbit proof fences were constructed
            to keep the rabbits out,

            so overpopulated they became.
            Needless to say,
            I will dream of rabbits tonight.