Honey bunny

Metropolis Wild Animal Report, #2

Upon pulling into the parking lot of my favorite southwest Minneapolis Italian eatery last night, what did I see but a van (not a wild animal, and not unusual in this family-packed neighborhood) with bunny appreciation bumper stickers (utterly unexpected), exhorting fellow motorists to hug a bunny. And I'm delighted to relay that during this morning's shuffle, one largely bereft of wildlife sightings (save that of a stuffed animal -- a striped kitty -- carelessly tossed on a slightly overgrown lawn), I saw my very own urban honey-colored bunny nibbling grass growing between the cracks in the ally behind my garage. You've got to admire a crack-grass nibbling metropolitan honey bunny. Cute.

Today's Dickinsonian oracle, with honey bunnies in mind:

Over the fence -
Strawberries - grow -
Over the fence -
I could climb - if I tried, I know -
Berries are nice!
(E. Dickinson, from 270)