Hey Mr Rabbit

I sit in perfect silence, my eyes trailing the lone rabbit darting around the sparse field. I admire the beauty of the small ball of fur, leaping and bounding in its own little way. I begin to wonder why it is so that we cannot be friends. Why can I not walk over ‘hey Mr Rabbit, would you show me your rabbit home?’ Stroll over with him his paw in my hand, and fit so snugly into his rabbit hole. We could sit and ponder what it means to be human or rabbit and why that we care, as we feast on my sandwich and his grass alike.

If there is a deity, why would he create such a large divide between all his creations? Why wouldn’t he want more friendship, love, knowledge and understanding?

The feeling empowers me and I extend my arm out, a gesture of greetings to my small little friend. Now the rabbit is gone, I’m alone once more. For fear is the barrier, which separates us all. Admire we may, but make use of this we cannot. If we shared the same looks, name and language then would he be afraid?

As I sit here and wonder, if we weren’t labelled, would we be friends?