Rabbit Games in the Misty Moonlight

When I was a young woman, my mother and I were pulling into our driveway in the Indiana woods when, a ring of rabbits emerged from the mist, next to the driveway under the trees. There were perhaps thirty of them equally spaced from the others.

The rabbits took turns hopping into and out of the circle in a game that we eventually could tell had rules, yet was not predictable. We sat and watched them maybe as long as an hour before starting the car softly and rolling down the long driveway. They didn’t much look our way, but vigorously engaged in their play, remaining in the circle, glowing white in the light.