AT THE EDGE OF THE ANGEL GARDEN

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AT THE EDGE OF THE ANGEL GARDEN

We last met at the edge

Of the Angel Garden

I’d left my dwelling to enjoy

The peace of the

Of the Angel Garden

And you, you scurried away.

I laughed and said,

“Oh, you know I won’t hurt you,

You are completely safe,

For you are in

The Angel Garden

And as I sat quietly

Enjoying the serenity

Of the Angel Garden

You bravely crept before me

I watched as you nibbled the leaves

So enormous

I marveled at your hunger

I recall the first time I saw you

Trying without success

To devore my vegetable garden

Bunny eating in the garden

I called you Hasenpfeffer

I called you Rabbit Stew

I vowed, that when the first frost came

I’d make a dinner of you

And now, three years later

You have become a beloved pet

A friend and companion in

The Angel Garden

Yesterday

Returning from a spiritual conference

My back in pain for some unknown reason

Unable to stand upright

I sought serenity in

The Angel Garden

I saw the still form

At the edge of

The Angel Garden

My mind told me it was

Something undesirable

Perhaps a raccoon

Then reality hit

And I knew

It was you

At the edge of the Angel Garden

Fear told me you’d been shot

Who would do such a thing?

Then I approached

And saw the wound

A slash across your side

The inner parts of your earthly form

Spewing from your side

Rabbit with a gash on its side

I cried, my dear sweet

Hasenpfeffer, Rabbit Stew

Oh, how I mourned for you

Vowing to bury you after my chores

My back in pain still

I sat for a while

Alone in the Angel Garden

Then came the thump above my head

As something landed upon the roof

I trembled to see

Large wings spread

As the bird of prey

Flew through the branches of

The Angel Tree

Then lit upon the branch of

A maple or oak

Whatever that large tree be

“NOOOOO!” I screamed

My back still in pain

I hobbled across the yard

In search of the shovel

I’d left in a garden

Screaming all the way

“No, no, no, no, no”

I dug a hole next to your form

And all the time I prayed

My dear sweet Hasenpfeffer

My Rabbit Stew

I will allow none to eat you

Dear sweet friend

An angel for sure

Enjoy the garden

For evermore

May you find many friends

May you find many flowers

May you eat carrots and lettuces

For hours

May peace and love

Be always with you

I promise you will always remain

Unharmed

In my Angel Garden

As I lay you in the hole I’d dug

I placed the injured side down

So that which made you earthly form

May return to the earth

While the beautiful

Less scarred side

May return to the heavens

I covered your body

And stomped on the ground

Telling you all the while

I was not harming you

I was protecting you

I placed a marker

To always remember

My friend,

My comrade

My Hasenpfeffer

My Rabbit Stew

May you remember me

As I remember you

And may you always

Bless

My Angel Garden

 

 

 

 

 

About Marie T

I love gardening and magical beings. My profile is a garden ready to be created,

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