I Don’t Even Like Rabbits

I don’t even like rabbits.

But there was a rabbit

showed up in my yard late Winter.
He wasn’t shy.
He wouldn’t run

until the last moment..

It got to where
around the time of the thaw,
I found myself watching for him;
Still not liking rabbits.


One morning mid-Spring
after first light but before sunrise
I opened my blinds…

A large tom prowling North to South.
I took sides: hoped for the rabbit.

That day, no rabbit.

Next day, no rabbit.

Third day,
no rabbit.


Fourth day, I told myself,
“Don’t be a fool,
it’s the way of things.”


Three more days passed then
two rabbits!

I snorted, “Off courting, I see.
Next time, tell me!

“Dumb rabbit!”


I still don’t like rabbits.
But I went to the store last night;

bought carrots
for two rabbits.



My Mother was Kind to Me

My mother, who passed away three years ago a few months beyond her 99th birthday, often told me how important being able to entertain oneself can be to one’s happiness.

She was very kind to me. At birth, she not only gave me life, but something to laugh at. Me. Consequently, I have seldom gone wanting for self-entertainment.


My Ex Thought I was God!

My second ex-wife thought I was so good in bed that I must be god. Sometimes in bed, she would even call me “God! God!”

But then at other times, she would call me, “Jim! Oh, Jim!” And even now and then, “Steve!”

I assume she was a Trinitarian.