Dead Rabbit

Not just road kill.

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I looked outside this morning and there was my rabbit.  Dead on the street.  I felt sad.  Obviously he was crossing my street and I suspect a car was going too fast and hit him.  Although, some people try to hit animals - they deliberately run them over.  That said, the neighborhood hawk may have gotten him as well.  I realized I felt more sorrow over the death of my rabbit than I did over the death of a predator who killed thousands of people out of hatred. 

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I fed this rabbit all winter - really good stuff too - the same things I eat - walnuts, almonds, dried fruit, sunflower seeds, hemp bread crumbs, granola, you name it.  I watched him eat my hedge, which I had to severely trim back this spring because so much died off.  I cared about the rabbit.  Rabbits don't kill people or other animals. They are kind little creatures - very shy, very hidden.

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The mass murderer who sought to exterminate innocent men, women and children was also very hidden - and he was found and killed.

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I feel more pity for my rabbit than that man.

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But you see, it's just a feeling.  I didn't commend my rabbit to God - rather I thanked God for the time I had with the rabbit.  On the other hand, I did commend the dead man to God, and I thanked him that he was no longer around to kill and maim and terrorize.  I am at peace that the man is no longer on earth to terrorize and murder.  Outside of that, there is nothing I can do or feel - except to leave the dead to bury their dead.