There was no bright sunrise as I walked along the bike path this morning.
The only bird to welcome the day was a meadow lark on an electrical pole.
The orioles are probably still enjoying the sun in Arizona. The only leaves on the cottonwoods were left over from last fall.
I turned the corner and thought I saw a glimpse of a big white snowshoe rabbit slipping into the tall grass.
But it was only a tabby cat out hunting.
Cat: Oh, by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way.
Me: Who did?
Cat: The White Rabbit.
Me: He did?
Cat: He did what?
Me: Went that way.
Cat: Who did?
Me: The White Rabbit.
Cat: What rabbit?
Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.
Me: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...
Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction.
Then the cat
disappeared.