An Eastern cottontail ran right into my path..
It froze from sheer fright to hide in long grass
Tho' wild, he chose not to bite..and sat curled,
A creature of God who had entered my world.

It played on the sod..with breed of the same,
Yet stayed still, and small... meek at my feet.
Yes, it was odd.. we were destined to meet,
A creature of God who was not at all tame.

I knelt on my knees to stroke this shy hare
And said God counts each strand of our hair;
We both live on His land to inhabit the earth~ 
Except I am born human..not rabbit by birth!

© Andrea Jeanne Petersen
Written April 30, 2004