i was the thundering once-ler wielding the slicing black and decker weed wacker little did i know of the warren i destroyed until the one week-old? two-week old?
I mowed over a rabbit hole last year, awakening sleeping bunnies, who scattered all over the yard. Scared me so much I let out a scream! No bunnies hurt, though. They do a pretty good job of hiding their homes, and it’s very private in my backyard, so I always have at least one bunny somewhere. They seem to have moved to an area near the house now, so I haven’t taken my weed whacker there, leaving the area really out of control. So be it!
Bunnies everywhere beware...maybe I spared these two and worked off karma from childhood and the litter that I found, brought home, and of which did not survive the night
B, I see this beautiful poem story in a one volume hardback with soft illustrations to complement the beautiful imagery and the heart-felt story. It's romantic, it's hip and it's really just perfect. Bravo! Publish or self-publish; this is too good to sit alone.
I accidentally displaced a few baby birds at work last week. We were sweeping debris out of the curbside gutters and turns out some of the debris was a NEST! The babies scattered and the mom was peeping at us for a while. I hope the best, but I don’t know what their fate was.
lol this poem just reminded me of that. It can be difficult to reconcile our (humans) place in nature, and it’s natural to feel some guilt about our place.
Nate B., this is such a beautiful connection piece. My heart filled with so many 'ahs' with each moment that brought image of your momma: the mowing, the bunnies, the movies, the missing her and the connecting with her. You've written of her presence, with you still. There is little as special and love-filled as that. Biggest hugs to you. Many blessings and MUCH LOVE, ~Wendy💜
Thank you very much, Wendy. Her presence has been felt much since she's passed away. Thank you for the kind words. Hugs, blessings, and much love to you too :)
I mowed over a rabbit hole last year, awakening sleeping bunnies, who scattered all over the yard. Scared me so much I let out a scream! No bunnies hurt, though. They do a pretty good job of hiding their homes, and it’s very private in my backyard, so I always have at least one bunny somewhere. They seem to have moved to an area near the house now, so I haven’t taken my weed whacker there, leaving the area really out of control. So be it!
Bunnies everywhere beware...maybe I spared these two and worked off karma from childhood and the litter that I found, brought home, and of which did not survive the night
B, I see this beautiful poem story in a one volume hardback with soft illustrations to complement the beautiful imagery and the heart-felt story. It's romantic, it's hip and it's really just perfect. Bravo! Publish or self-publish; this is too good to sit alone.
Why thank you. Illustrations would be quite cool I think. Wish I could do justice to that task. We’ll see
Nice!
In three months, there will be millions of bunnies waiting to attack as soon as they sniff you outside. get ready... fur will fly!
Haha! Well then it's open season and rabbit stew, coniglio bianco, cacciatore...
They are going to scream DUCK SEASON!
Ha! Perhaps
That’s such a sweet story!
Thanks Jo-Ann :) Thanks for reading!
You’re welcome B Stings 😊
I accidentally displaced a few baby birds at work last week. We were sweeping debris out of the curbside gutters and turns out some of the debris was a NEST! The babies scattered and the mom was peeping at us for a while. I hope the best, but I don’t know what their fate was.
lol this poem just reminded me of that. It can be difficult to reconcile our (humans) place in nature, and it’s natural to feel some guilt about our place.
Great poem 👍
Thanks, Lewis. Hope the birds made it. We try our best in cases such as these. Thanks for reading
Nate B., this is such a beautiful connection piece. My heart filled with so many 'ahs' with each moment that brought image of your momma: the mowing, the bunnies, the movies, the missing her and the connecting with her. You've written of her presence, with you still. There is little as special and love-filled as that. Biggest hugs to you. Many blessings and MUCH LOVE, ~Wendy💜
Thank you very much, Wendy. Her presence has been felt much since she's passed away. Thank you for the kind words. Hugs, blessings, and much love to you too :)
Your such a gifted storyteller, B.
Thank you, Rod. Thanks for reading and commenting too.
The Thundering Once-Ler is so very sweet and tender Sir B, your deep feelings and strong affections stir my emotions.
A lovely precious poem honoring your Mother.
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All blessings to you and yours, Geraldine
Thank you, Geraldine. Blessings and a fantastic week to you and yours as well. Thanks for your comment and well wishes.
Great poem. It holds so many emotions. Thank you, B.
You're welcome. Thanks for reading. Been an emotional time as of late ;)