Bunny

There is a bunny living in or very near our yard. I see it almost every day, either in the morning when I leave or at night when I come home, just hanging out, freezing in the hopes it won't be observed.

For years, 'bunny' has been the favored endearment in our family. Now, in this time of stress and grief, it feels oddly like a sign. Of hope, or a guardian spirit, or a patronus or something. It doesn't make any sense to think so, but it still lifts my heart a little, every time I see it.