Behold. The Future

Must be the weather. Hot and humid and no rain for what seems half a lifetime. Along with the heat, summer has brought a plague of rabbits. Big ones. Roaming the streets. Not afraid of traffic or pedestrians or malevolent children. They pose for the camera: coy smile, gleam in the eye, head held proudly aloft. Totally at ease. Certain of their place. Ready for the day of reckoning. They will take over. They know the meaning of life. We don't . . .