The Things You Build

The things you build as a father - trying your best - many

or most must come to an end, and today is the day for the

second and good rabbit run. The first did not keep that

killer dog out which bit and punctured her bunny’s lung

[yet there is a place that can last, where they are all

eventually buried and a sentimental rose bush planted

above].  But this better protection and home that housed

her others and last one - then ours - has taken minutes to

pull from the ivy and overgrown grass, its wood rotted

and the armadillidiums spilling out from their residence.

All but that main post concreted in to secure the gate and

provide its central support, a pillar bolstered further with

broken brick and stone, whatever I could muster to help

and hold. It was set solid, though also tested and old.