This is the third part of a five-part series. I wish to read from Part I / Part II
Mom keeps a chair under the River Birch in our backyard. She sits there, sometimes for a long time, any time of day or night, even in the winter. This one Saturday morning I am the first one out of bed. The house is so quiet. I open the fridge to see what I can have for breakfast. Oh, maybe just a glass of milk for now. Too early for cartoons, I grab my winter coat and boots and head out into the backyard. It is really quiet out here too. I sit down in mom’s chair.
Ursa Major and Ursa Minor
In the summertime mom and dad sometimes take us camping. It gets so dark in the campground at night. Sometimes we’ll lie on the grass looking up at the sky. Dad will shine his flashlight at the stars, using the light to point out the shapes they make. There is one constellation he can always find. Some people call it the Big Dipper, but it has another name that I like better, “Ursa Major”, which means Big Bear. Near this one is another, Little Bear. The sky has to be very dark to be able to see all the stars in the little one. I like to make up stories in my mind, “The Amazing Adventures of Big Bear and Little Bear”.
This morning it’s just dark enough to see Big Bear. The moon is super big, round and bright. To get a better look at the sky I slide my bum to the edge of the seat and stretch my legs out straight in front of me, to sort of lie down. I look up at the sky for a long time. Then, out of the corner of my eye I see a moon shadow. I turn to get a better look. I have to squint to see, but the more I look the more I am convinced, it’s Rabbit!
Rabbit has hopped through that gap in the fence and is just sitting there, so still. I sit still too because I don’t want to scare him away. As the sky brightens a little I am able to see little movements — Rabbit’s ears twitch now and then, and his nose wriggles almost constantly. Rabbit seems to know I’m here, but doesn’t seem to be afraid. I don’t dare move. Then, s l o w l y, with a long, s t r e t c h y hop, Rabbit comes a little closer. He sits a long time in his new spot, then s t r e t c h e s towards me once again. He keeps doing this,
s t r e t c h — hop, pause . . . S t r e t c h — hop, pause . . .
until he’s sitting right at the end of my outstretched legs!!! I hold my breath for fear that the slightest movement will scare him away. Rabbit sits there for a long time. Just as I’m wondering what he will do if I reach out to touch him he hops away. I watch him leave the yard while I finish drinking my milk, then go into the house to watch cartoons and eat the rest of my breakfast.