Today I was walking home from the bus stop—I took the scenic route home, past a doggie daycare—I saw four dogs—they were good boys—anyway I was walking up [redacted street name] and I saw a bunny, perfectly formed, exactly how bunnies should look in the wild—though sometimes I worry because I can’t tell the difference between domesticated and wild rabbits—and it was very cute and jumped through the open spaces between a closed fence door and sat there, its face framed by the fence, aware of my presence but not too fussed about it until I got too close and it fled.