I end my days with the bunnies, waiting for their lights to come on.

I quietly sit in the black chair with my feet up on the bench.

I listen to their munching as the light in the sky dims.

The two solar globe lights blink on first.  

Moments later, the garden glows with a warm yellow light from the of Market bulbs.

That’s my signal that the bunnies are safe and my day in the garden has ended.

I pause just a bit, in the glow, in the quiet.

It’s a peaceful way to end a day.

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