Are Those Clouds?
I used to keep a routine of mowing my folks’ yard every week, using a ride-on mower. As summer eased into autumn, I would often complete their massive lawn under a moonlit sky. I was just about done with the last patch when I heard a loud, splitting sound and saw a huge burst of fuzz erupting from the mower.
Hopping off the machine, I shone my phone’s light and discovered a devastating sight. Unknowingly, I had run over a burrow full of about ten little bunnies, scattering them across the lawn up to our neighbor’s fence. With a heavy heart, I shed some tears while cleaning up the tragic scene into our fire pit.
I often try to put this memory out of my mind.