blooming acacia
something moved in the brush—
a rabbit’s white tail.
Note: Under the neighborhood acacia shrubs, cottontail rabbits live. As I stand there admiring the yellow blossoms, I see them moving beneath them.
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Comments (2)
What a startling and surprising thing that your saw. Good job and felt the excitement of the piece.
Awww, that must have been such a wonderful sight!