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:
and Zagging, the baby bunny
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.
I smile when he dryly states,
give me a finer chase”.