peter rabbit

peter rabbit was in the garden this evening...
not a foot long when all stretched out,
nibbling on the moss rose or portulaca.
he had a good set of rabbit ears,
twitching maybe an extra inch high
as he picked up on even the slightest alarm.
he would dart back and forth in between
the parking lot and garden plants,
coming within a few yards of me,
sitting in one of the garden chairs.
it was the two connies who first spied peter.
connie d. put out some lettuce and apple.,
and then i noticed by one of the chairs,
a small pink pot with peter rabbit
blazoned and glazed across its sculpted face.
it was as if we somehow had invoked
the rabbit's presence by special invitation.
gary, the gardener, will be very excited
to hear of peter's sly appearance.
even dillingham was here, eating  peanuts;
and the beesley sisters called tonight,
our first contact in forty years...
a gay omen of good times to come,
even in the heat, in this late june.