The Chase
Summer is here! On the Fourth of July we celebrated the
holiday in our traditional Poor Clare way by working out in the garden to “Make
America Beautiful”—at least our own little corner of America within our cloister grounds. Many rabbits have been seen playing in the
garden, especially as the sun is setting and the shadows lengthen. So far, none have found their way into our
vegetable garden! One of our Sisters
wrote a poem about her encounter with a baby bunny that she had inadvertently
flushed from its nest as she ran some garden machinery. Abandoning the machine, she went after the
bunny. Here is her account:
The Chase
Zigging
and Zagging, the baby
bunny
Eludes
my clumsy capturing
run,
Until in a leaf heap he
buries his head,
Naively neglecting his
other end.
So at leisure I guess
Where is the rest
And nimbly pinch
His safety nest.
It is a choir master’s
dream,
That open mouth in a
perfect “O”!
The melody though,
Is a soprano scream!
Pity this desperate
straightened grief!
So I bear the chastened
thief
Away to the garden
gate.
There I grant reprieve
And there he gains
release.
Returning then to the
garden’s peace,
The garden’s Lord I
face.
Wryly
I smile when he dryly
states,
“You
give me a finer chase”.
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