Jack O’Hare

September 24, 2009 at 3:32 pm (Personal essays) (, )

Jack O’ Hare is the name I’ve given the wild jack rabbit who lives in my back yard.

He’s lived in the back yard for the past 3 or 4 years now.

He hangs out all over the neighbourhood but my back yard seems to be his home.

He’ll occasionally watch me through the basement window while I’m downstairs working on my computer.

And he also seems to follow me whenever I walk the four blocks to my local neighbourhood pub.

He may do it in the summer but I can’t tell. However in the winter I can see his tracks in the snow.

A couple of nights ago when my dad and I got home from shopping, he was standing in the middle of the road a couple of doors down from our house with his big ears sticking up in the middle of the air.

I was hoping he wasn’t suicidally depressed and the reason he was standing in the middle of the road wasn’t because he was hoping a car would drive over him and end it all for him, his last words being, “This bunny wabbit can no longer stand the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.”

But no he’s still alive.

Yesterday on a 32 degrees Celsius day, I looked through the kitchen window about 5:30 PM and saw him resting under the shadow of one of the apple trees in the back yard no doubt grateful to get out of the hot blazing sun.

So Jack O’ Hare is alive and well.

And all is right with the world.

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