This morning we left before dawn, and as I was walking out the door, something rustled in the rose bushes to my right. The porch lights were on, but the bushes were shadowed, and my mind invented all manner of frightening things that might emerge with an intent to eat me—or worse. But it was a small brown rabbit. I have seen this rabbit, or one very like it, before, hopping around my backyard, chewing on grass. This morning it was startled from rose bushes.
Does it live there? Was it merely resting before it slid beneath the slats of my fence? Was it the same rabbit that seems to have taken up residence in our backyard?
I watched its ball of a tail shudder as it hopped away.
And here are some things I thought:
1. The creatures are up very early this morning.
2. I am up very early this morning.
3. If I had not been up so early this morning, I would have missed this cute creature.
4. What other creatures have I missed because I did not get up early in the morning?
