He saw something in the dune grass.
He walked over from the driveway,
looked down and saw what looked
like baby squirrels. It was two baby
bunnies. It’s Easter and two baby
bunnies, soft, brown and beige
bunnies were cuddled up against
each other in the cold, stillness of
death; it was as if they slept in
each other’s arms. He reached
down and picked up one. While
cold to the touch it was still soft,
not hard, not too stiff. Did they
belong to the bunny in the back
yard who the Chocolate Lab sniffs
out each morning and afternoon
and evening on outings? If so, would
momma be sad and, if so, for long?
They died but were not eaten. The
neighbor said that is is the way of
nature. They will be nourishment
for some creature. The man looked
out the window to the spot where
the two entwined bodies lay on the
grass. They were gone. It wasn’t a
resurrection even though it is Easter.
It is the way of all flesh. Maybe
hope is in the sadness of the heart.