tag: rabbit / month: February 2026
It started with an old entry about the rabbits in the backyard and a Minneapolis Parks post about how rabbits can pee bright blue. And just like that, I was reading and writing about rabbits. I created a tag for rabbit and devoted a delightful stretch of time to rabbit poems, pop culture references, the anatomy of the rabbit, and more. Near the month, I put together a recap of note-worthy rabbit references from my tag:
1 — 2 june 2019
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean
(The Mending Wall/ Robert Frost)
What a wonderful first line! The rabbits and the gaps — I wrote about this a few days ago in my rabbit eyes section. I am less interested in going down rabbit holes and more in exploring rabbit peripheries, in the shadows, on the edges, in the unnoticed corners. For me, this isn’t about hiding-as- prey, but about dwelling on the edges, near the exits and the entrances to other places.
2 — 20 aug 2020
Listen to the black capped chickadee’s 2 note song.
Can you hear him posing a question to the gorge?
Can you hear the honking geese overhead?
Can you hear your lungs grasping for air
and the green leaves thickening as they hold us?
Can you hear the chainsaw start, the tight weave
of the savanna’s oak unraveling?
It’s August, thick, crowded. Listen
to the path, cluttered with acorns. Listen
to the sewer stink near the ravine, the sex-crazed
gnats swarming the hill. Can you hear
the virus spreading through the neighborhood?
Can you make a noise like a panicked rabbit? There are
sounds your tweet lacks names for.
(Homage poem to Helen Mort / Sara Lynne Puotinen)
Rereading this poem from that first pandemic summer, another word popped into my head: cornered, as in Can you make a noise like a cornered rabbit? Which is better? Not sure. I like this poem; maybe I should do something more with it? Maybe that something should involve hybrid writing about that summer? And maybe I should return to Mary Oliver’s Long Life for inspiration?
3 — 24 april 2020
Lisa Olstein’s unrabbited woods in “Dear One Absent This Long While.” Yours is the name the leaves chatter/at the edge of the rabbited woods. So good! I memorized this poem five years ago; I need to refresh my memory. Just did!
4 — 24 feb 2020
A cup holds
sugar, flour, three large rabbit breaths of air
(My Weather / Jane Hirshfield)
I love imagining how much air is 3 large rabbit-breaths worth. How big is this rabbit? And, in general, how big are rabbit breaths (from the 2020 entry)? Yes! A rabbit’s breath! I should look it up. Googled “rabbit breathing” and this listing of a rabbit’s vital signs1 came up first:
- A rabbit’s body temperature should ideally be between 101.5°F and 104.2°F.
- The normal respiratory rate for rabbits ranges from 30-60 breaths per minute.2
- A healthy rabbit’s heart rate averages 205 and has a resting range from 180-350 beats per minute.
While sifting through links, including watching a brief video on how bunnies apologize to each other — they touch heads, and if the other bunny doesn’t accept the apology, they run away,3 I read a line about how rabbits are very smart mammals and then this: “The rabbit is commonly used as a laboratory animal for inhalation toxicology tests” (source). I wondered, do rabbits feel pain? “Rabbits have the same neurophysiological mechanisms as humans to produce pain and therefore have the same capacity to feel pain as humans” (source). How awful!
A few more random breathing facts: rabbits breathe through their noses; respiratory issues are a main cause of death; if a rabbit is healthy, their breath should not stink.
I didn’t have any luck when I googled, ” how big is a bunny breath,” but since they breathe a lot per minute, I imagine it’s fairly small. In the middle of writing this sentence I looked up “rabbit lung capacity.” One of the, People also ask, was, Are rabbit lungs good for dogs? The answer, “High-value: Rabbit Lung is considered a super food due to its nutritional composition,” comes from a site selling rabbit lung treats.
All of these results are reminding me of a line from yesterday’s research about how rabbits are unique in their position as both beloved pet and food source.
5 — 21 may 2023
This
is a poem in which no chickens will die. A rabbit
will bound across the road and the car will slow
in time. The fox will discover the trampoline behind
the house next door and with it the wonder of flight.
Everyone I love will live and call me after supper
to say goodnight.
(What I Am Telling You, Jessica, Is That Those Chickens Are Fine/ K.T. Landon)
I discovered this poem from a poetry person on twitter. It was part of their running list of “Not Today, Satan” poems. Have I ever noticed a rabbit road kill? I must have, but I don’t remember it. Near me, it’s mostly squirrel or raccoon roadkill. Anyway, I love this poem so much that I might need to memorize it. And, like I wrote in this 2023 entry, I might need to create my own “Not today, Satan” list!
6 — 15 april 2023
these are the
going closures that organize mind, allowing
and limiting, my mind’s ways: the rabbit’s
leaps and halts, listenings, are prosody of
a poem floating around the mind’s brush
(garbage / A.R. Ammons
This! For today’s entry, I only posted the rabbit part, but the rest of the excerpt I posted on april 15 is wonderful too. All about motion and our interactions with the land/our surrounding and how they shapes our motions. The halts and leaps and listenings of a rabbit as it responds to its surroundings — the terrain, predators, the weather. These are the rhythms and sounds of a poem (prosody) — not a poem on the page, but a poem in the flesh, a poem that is a living and breathing and moving creature being made by and making the world. So good! I say, I am a poem. A rabbit is a poem. Any and all of us who move through the world, responding to its winds and rivers and storms, is a poem!
- In a footnote, there’s a link to a pdf comparing vital signs of several different animals ( ↩︎
- The average human’s breathing rate (whatever average means here) is 12 – 25 breaths per minute. I’m not going to try counting mine because that would stress me out too much. I don’t want to think about breathing; I just want to keep doing it! ↩︎
- From another more reliable source (reliable = trained expert, cites sources), I discovered that this head touching idea is from the 2018 movie, Peter Rabbit. According to the Bunny Lady, rabbits might groom each other after a disagreement. But this begs the question, why do bunnies disagree? What does a bunny argument look like? ↩︎
- the Rabbit Recap continues
Yesterday, working backwards, I made it through page 5, page 4, and half of page 3 of entries tagged, rabbit.
6 — 15 nov 2022
The optical illusion: the rabbit or the duck
I surmise that my general visual experience is something like your experience of optical illusions. Open any college psychology textbook to the chapter on perception and look at the optical illusions there. You stare at the image and see it change before your eyes. In one image, you many see first a vase and then two faces in profile. In another, you see first a rabbit then a duck. These images deceive you because they give your brain inadequate or contradictory information. In the first case, your brain tries to determine which part of the image represents the background. In the second case, your brain tries to to group the lines of hte sketch together into a meaningful picture. In both cases there are two equally possible solutions to the visual riddle, so your brain switches from one to the other, and you have the uncanny sensation of “seeing” the image change. When there’s not much to go — no design on the vase, no features on the faces, no feathers, no fur — the brain makes an educated guess.
When I stare at an object I can almost feel my brain making such guesses.
Sight Unseen / Georgina Kleege
7 — 27 sept 2022
Those who have it to give are
like cardinals in the snow. So easy
and beautifully lit. Some
are rabbits. Hard to see
except for those who would prey upon them:
all that softness and quaking and blood.
(I’ve Been Thinking about Love Again/ Vievee Francis)
rabbits — visible only to those who prey upon them — all that softness and quaking and blood.
8 — 1 dec 2021
You only spot the rabbit’s ears and tail:
when it moves, you locate it against speckled gravel,
but when it stops, it blends in again;
(First Snow / Arthur Sze)
So, does a bunny have two distinctive aspects to their form: ears and tail? Ears if it’s only the head, ears and tail if it’s the entire silhouette. Most things blend into the backyard if they’re still for me. I only see them by their movement and maybe the flash of a tail streaking away.
9 — 25 dec 2025
A child’s plush stuffed rabbit.
(Ode to Gray / Dorianne Laux)
Why are stuffed animal toy bunnies usually gray when real rabbits are more often brown?
10 — 15 may 2025
“It suggests the fatal indecision of a rabbit caught in a hunter’s flashlight. . . .” Rabbits as prey, always needing a way to be escape, when cornered, they shut down. Survival strategy: run until you can’t then go stiff, play dead. The idea of always looking for an exit resonates for me. I would much rather avoid a bad/dangerous/uncomfortable situation than confront it. Wherever I go, I always look for the exits, or the entrances into other worlds.
And now I’m wondering about rabbits playing dead and how that works. According to a few different sites, it’s called tonic immobility or trancing and it is”
a behavioural response to a perceived threat, characterised by muscular rigidity, profound motor inhibition, and suppressed vocal behaviour. This behaviour occurs when freezing in response to a predator approach, fight, or flight are no longer perceived as options (Gallup 1974, Gallup 1977).
McBride et al. (2006) observed that rabbits held in a tonic immobility position had elevated respiratory rates, heart rates, and plasma corticosterone concentration. Additionally, they expressed fear behaviours such as widened eyes and flattened ears, and demonstrated more hiding behaviours and fewer grooming behaviours post-trancing.
Trancing / Tonic Immobility
In yesterday’s Politics Chat, talking about her reaction to the news that Trump was bombing Iran, she said, “I said all the swear words you never think I say.” ↩︎
11 — 20 feb 2026
All late fall and winter, 2 or more bunnies have been hanging out under our crab apple tree — at night, in the afternoon, at sunrise and sunset. They’re very bold, these bunnies, not running off when I walk by. When this happens, I’ve started saying, these bunnies are as bold as brass! Why? Not sure. And, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea: I like bunnies or rabbits about as much as I like squirrels, which is not at all.
11 continued — 20 march 2026
sources of bunny inspiration: 1. rabbits who eat buckthorn bark may pee smurf blue; 2. identifying the dark forms in the backyard as rabbits; 3. origins of “bold as brass”; 4. optical illusion — duck or bunny; 5. a cup full of 3 rabbit breaths (poem); 6. jackrabbit trapped in a wildfire (poem); 7. the rock that is not a rabbit (poem); 8. little girls deciding who will have their bunny when they die (poem); 9. a rabbit offering themselves to quell a woman warrior’s hunger (book)
12 — 24 march 2026
Bunny as muse? nudge? pest? ghost?
What am I doing as I keep putting the two bunnies in my backyard into my poems? And why do I insistent on calling these wild and mature eastern cottonwood rabbits bunnies? I’m not sure these rabbits are indifferent to me, but I think they notice me in terms of whether or not I am a threat to their main activity: grazing in the grass.
A title for a poem? Crepuscular. Why don’t rabbits flee when I approach? Do they see me as non-threatening? Has human encroachment screwed up their sense of friend and foe? My mom, a pesky bunny, and a drive out the country. Peter Rabbit: the horror movie.
the rabbit hole:
“Down the rabbit hole” is an English-language idiom or trope which refers to getting deep into something, or ending up somewhere strange. Lewis Carroll introduced the phrase as the title for chapter one of his 1865 novel Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, after which the term slowly entered the English vernacular. The term is usually used as a metaphor for distraction.[1] In the 21st century, the term has come to describe a person who gets lost in research or loses track of time while using the internet.wikipedia
Out-of-control curiosity. Distraction. Losing track of time. Getting lost in strange worlds. These are presented as bad things. Are they? Many of them are embraced within poetry. And they are great tools of refusal and resistance against late-capitalism and wannabe fascist governments — you’re not working for/perpetuating the system while you’re following the rabbit hole.
The rabbit hole online.
13 — 27 feb 2026
The rabbit hole. “Back to hole-less cottontails. A new metaphor is needed — not falling down and through to other worlds, but something about edges and shadows and the fringes — the periphery! Dwelling on the edges, in the corners, not traveling to new worlds, but noticing the other worlds that are already there, have always existed in the midst of my world.”
14 — 25 march 2026
Here’s a useful explanation of some reasons why I do monthly challenges about new topics, like rabbits (or wind or dirt, etc.):
And what’s the point of all of this? Following the rabbit down the rabbit hole is a wonderful distraction. It is also an excellent opportunity to learn. And to learn more about rabbits, which leads to caring about them as living things and as symbols. This caring might (is) enabling me to open up a closed part of myself (closed = strong dislike of rabbits). And it is helping me to think more broadly and specifically about the impacts of humans and human encroachment on environments and the consequences of that encroachment for humans and non-humans. Plus, all (or any) of it could inspire new poems.
A quick summary of some rabbits references and reveries: the killer bunny in Monty Python; Bunny Lebowski; Rabbit in Red matchbook from Halloween; Jimmy Stewart’s invisible bunny in Harvey; Max and Ruby; the PBS doc The Pill; Rabbit in Winnie-the-Pooh; the Cadbury Creme Egg Bunny; The Runaway Bunny; fix me hausenpffefer right away!
Rabbits in Diane Seuss:
excerpt from backyard song / Diane Seuss — I LOVE this whole poem. I’d like to use it as inspiration for a hole poem and a bunny poem!
Uncorked, I had a thought: I
want the want
I dreamed of wanting once, a
quarter cup of sneak-peek
at what prowls in the back, at
what sings in the
wet rag space behind the garage, back
where the rabbits nest
excerpt from Her first poem had a rabbit / Diane Seuss — I want to bring in the optical illusion of the bunny and duck + the idea of what seems mild but is really wild
She tended
toward rabbits back then.
Toward the theoretically mild
that are really
wild. Like ducks on a pond
that is really a moon
full of menacing weeds.
There is more to do with my rabbit recap, but my rabbit month, which didn’t end when February, but stretched into March, led directly into my current obsession: a series of Holes poems made from New Yorker articles from the past year.
a note: This rabbit month was fun and completely spontaneous. I don’t even like rabbits — or, I didn’t, now I do — when I started studying them; I just followed where the finger was pointing. This rabbit work most certainly helped lead me to my Holes poems, which are a significant project, and a lot of fun.