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Thursday, February 9, 2017

Bunny Balls



Today I found a crime scene

A murder had taken place on my woodland path

It would go unnoticed by the untrained eye

The casual walker

The preoccupied multitasker

The daily dogged traveler

But not by a cat walker such as I

We travel with a method

Walk, look, stop, smell and listen

 Rabbit fur

Not scattered in disarray

Just a few


Bunny balls

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