My colleague, the Tortoise Cat, always attempts to alert me whenever a lone wild rabbit prances by our back steps in the wee-most moments of the dawn. But I have been too slow, so far, to catch even a fleeting glimpse of that cottontail bouncing away, into the shadows.
Later, in broad daylight, the tale-tale snow-prints of a fleeing
cottontail rabbit jump out at me. I ponder what this bunny neighbor might have been zig-zagging away from in such a rush.
The large prints of the rabbit's long rear paws landed way ahead of the tiny holes made by the dainty front pair (that were already leaping again) amid evasive maneuvers.