29 May 2006
In Praise of Sliding Glass Doors
Yesterday morning, the tiniest baby bunny hopped up onto our patio step, attracted by the smell of the scented geranium. With ears no more than an inch long and eyes as brown as a chocolate bar, he nibbled on a sprig found on the step. Such a sweet sight.
On the other side of the sliding glass door lurked the fattest tabby cat, attracted by the movement of the tiny bunny. With ears flattened and eyes flashing, she licked her chops and thumped her tail. Such a sweet bunny, she thought.
And for a few minutes, the would-be predator and would-be prey sat a mere inches apart. One oblivious and one acutely aware. Captured only by the camera.