Last night’s visitor was a slip of fur, no bigger than two palms cupped together. A tiny bunny came up to the porch, pausing like a shy traveler who has taken a wrong turn. It was late enough that the world was softened with quiet, the kind of quiet where you can hear the crickets speak in steady rhythm and the night breeze move leaves like a deck of cards being shuffled slow.

The little one froze for a moment, tiny ears up, body still as if carved from shadow and moonlight. Then a twitch of the nose, a shift of paws, and it dared a step closer, investigating some unseen secret only rabbits know.

It didn’t stay long. A few breaths, a whisker’s time, and then it bounded back into the dark, swallowed up by grass and mystery. But for that moment, it was just the porch and bunny, a small sweetness stitched into the evening.

I half expect to see it again tonight, checking in like a neighbor, making sure the world keeps its gentle corners.

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