The rabbits have been making house calls
OctPoWriMo 2024, Day 21
The rabbits have been making house calls that the children appreciate. I tell them
only TV bunnies love carrots in that way. They may have made their home under the deck,
with how frequently they stage an appearance, preening, waiting for the white of their tails
to catch the eye. I too, can never get my fill of the joyful shrieks that children dispense.
I imagine Canis Lupus becoming C. L. Familiaris in this way. Curiosity, regard,
the release of wariness, the implied ask for a morsel, or the hand of fellowship.
Employment tamed us in this way, but I digress. I see the scythe of construction erasing conifers
at the foothill beyond, and our hunger for estates has driven the lagomorphs toward us. One could
see this new neighborhood as the fresh pustule it is, ripening at undermined edges.
One could say I dug my warren into their property values, so what’s the integrity of one particle house
beside? I tell myself only in Watership Down (which could be an Independence Day sequel)
do they get oracular premonitions of our arrival with poison. I hope they are happy, and content.
I hope they do not celebrate my arrival. I have brought the end of their world.
© Tolu Oloruntoba
