It is 11:30 pm.
It has been sleeting all day.
It is sleeting right now.
It is supposed to sleet all night.
I glanced out our picture window.
It is all shiny out there.
I spied a bunny in the front yard.
Just hanging out.
In the sleet.
Where is he going?
Why did he pause in our yard?
To catch his breath?
Why is he out in this weather?
Does his mother know where he is?
Why isn't he curled up in his rabbit hole, warm and dry?
Who goes out voluntarily on a night like tonight?
Odd circumstance for a bunny, I thought.
He stayed about 10 minutes then departed.
That bunny could use a sweater on a night like tonight.