Wednesday, August 4, 2010
After years of chasing white rabbits I find the hunt no longer interests me. These rabbits made of white smoke. You believe you have caught them but they know they’re free. They say love made the velveteen rabbit real. That doesn’t work on smoke rabbits...and all the rabbits I like to hunt seem to be smoke rabbits. I no longer hunt to capture. The last mark appeared tamed but I was wrong. So I retire my gun and net and settle down with the few truly tamed beasts I know and a glass of fine scotch. Any lucky rabbit’s foot trophies? Rabbits’ feet are only lucky to help them escape. Run rabbit, run.
Posted by Roshana Vander Wall