Growth

From the knotted roots of an elm the tufted head of a rabbit appeared. A dry piece of grass hung between its lips. Turning its head, I got a view of the other side: a bulging eye tumor, pink and veiny. The rabbit chewed, tumor throbbing with each clench of the jaw. Across the yard the neighbor’s dog stepped on fallen leaves. The rabbit paused, turned its ear, and waited.

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