Zoologist Rabbit Deluxe BottleTonight, the air is green with clover, hay, and little clumps of grasses on the breeze, unsettled dirt, the dusty mysteries of rabbits tunnelling the dark. They stray into the meadow, sniff the windbouquet of violets. They hop in twos and threes, their shadows cotton tailed. Or else they freeze when something feathered screeches far away. They stand like tufted stones. But now the night goes soft and jasmine sweet again. A scent of petals presses to

evaporating into the night

barren roots

it leaps and descends upon its victim

Over millions of years

arching beneath the imposing silhouette of a mountain range

he in crimson finery

warm aromas of oud

Hovering among the coral branches

putting those around you on high alert

The dream of a mate sustains the lonely musk deer as it searches out scraps of lichen and moss among cold

where a flock of cockatiels happily take up the celebration

A warm glow stirs within the breast of the majestic bird as it dives