I’m a Backyard Bunny and I’ve More Than Earned This Thousand-Yard Stare
This non-HOA neighborhood is one death trap after another. Coyotes lick their chops at the thought of getting a hold of my fluffy ass. The patch of ragweed on the corner of Elm Street is an oasis, a refuge from the horrors that lurk beyond the next white picket fence. Darkness is a sweet escape.
