When you are prey, sleep doesn’t come easily.
\nRest and vigilance become unlikely bedfellows, as it were.
\nI learned this from my rabbit, who startles at the sound of a footstep
\neven from the one who feeds him. He lives in my house,
\nbut instinct tells him predators are near.
\nHe is like a refugee from war
\na child who flinches at a raised hand
\na woman undressed by a look.
\nA holy innocent, who accepts my
\ntouch, even knowing Herod is out there.<\/p>\n
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When you are prey, sleep doesn’t come easily. Rest and vigilance become unlikely bedfellows, as it were. I learned this from my rabbit, who startles at the sound of a footstep even from the one who feeds him. He lives … Continue reading