Music of the Bog Bunnies

To get to the beach you cross a swampy bog on boards to the far right. They run alongside a big long thicket where bunnies live. I was a few feet from the bog and saw a bunny. I crouched and eased toward him gently, for a caress. I don’t know that a wild thing would allow that, but I have had young bunnies get close; one seemingly running up to me for love, but then darting away when it realized it might be endangering itself.

I got about seven feet from yesterday’s bunny. A woman and child were coming my way, on the boards over the bog. She noticed me and the rabbit, and directed the child’s attention to it. The child was three, so I didn’t see him until he stepped out of the tall grasses. He was naked - a dear sight. “Be very quiet,” said the woman. The boy got a good look at the bunny and then it went away.

I stood up and stepped toward the woman and boy saying, “I wish I was young enough to go around without clothes.” The woman said, “My children were naked at the beach, and now my grandchildren are.”

I noticed the boy looking into the thicket, trying to see the bunny. “It’s in there somewhere,” I said.

No greetings, no remarks about the weather, no parting words, just observations, declarations.

At the far side of the bog I heard someone playing the flute in a nearby house. There was music in the air.

On Monday, Wednesday and Friday updates are posted to Amy George’s other blog Ask the Dream Queen, for which she interprets reader-submitted dreams.