4:30 am and I can’t sleep, vivid dreams. Hurricane Bill has cleared the air a bit, apocalyptic thunderstorms. I give up and get up. At 6:30 am, I hear horrible screams from across the street. I rush out in my bare feet and pajamas (thankful I’m wearing one of the more utilitarian options). A rabbit is caught in a chain link fence, a feral cat is attacking it from behind. There’s a lot of blood and I’m terrified that the rabbit has impaled itself on the wire. I chase the cat, the rabbit extricates itself, it seems all right except for a wound on the left side of its back.

But now I am involved. I take a lawn chair to the curb where I sit and guard my rabbit. The cat comes back twice, and I chase it away (we are old enemies, it often lies in wait under my bird feeder). I send reiki to my rabbit. But there’s a limit to what I can do.

After 2.5 hours, the rabbit has disappeared somewhere relatively safe, my neighbor is up and I’ve briefed her on her backyard drama. She loves the wild rabbits, she’s ok with my pajama-clad trespass.