Early next morning, I found Riri out front poking in the garden, exploring and sniffing, admiring gorgeous cream-colored lilies as big as his head. He spun 360 degrees while looking up at the advance scouts for the radiant pink clouds of phlox that would soon follow.
When he noticed me, it seemed he had something on his mind…Before I could compliment his “boogiein’”, he spoke, “You wife… differ… nice bumps… smell good…Where I come we all not differ…what is difference between wife…from planet else?”
“Sometimes…er…there was this book,” I began to answer, while contemplating a diagram of certain planets of our solar system. Not only would pop psychology confuse the issue, if I were to be taken literally, but it simply would not be worthy of a sincere mutual desire for communication and understanding.
I was spared the challenge of explaining that women were not from some other planet else, because Diane’s flowers had also made an impression on our guest. He was distracted by their beauty, and not really inclined to pay attention to my mars/venus speech. He wandered away, then stopped suddenly and crouched. As he disappeared in the distinctive foliage of daylilies, I could see by the direction of his attention that a bunny had emerged to nibble weeds (a rabbit I would tolerate as long as it stuck to munching on the persistent violets that seemed to reproduce like bunnies in the gravel pathways). Foliage soon showed signs of movement towards the critter, ceasing at the edge of the daylily bed less than two feet from the unsuspecting weeder.
As I watched expectantly from a bench, there was what sounded like a sneeze and some commotion in the foliage. The lttle bunny froze for a moment , then skittered away disappearing under dense plantings by the weathered fence
Riri came running (actually,more like hurried waddling…“Did you see?” Did you see?” “What it was?”
What I saw was that there would be yet another digression interfering with my desire to understand an unprecedented (cosmic?) connection…What I said was “rabbit, that’s a rabbit in our garden…we don’t happy rabbits in gardens…
Apparently satisfied, Riri wandered away without another word, poking and sniffing once more, while scanning for bunny rabbits. He faded slowly, very gradually, as he wandered, disappearing completely as he left the garden aiming for a squirrel on the lawn…
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