On our evening walks, we watch

rabbits. They never stop sniffing.

I google rabbit. Fifty million scent

cells. We have a meager six million.


We call to them. They come to our

voice. We toss them bite size

shredded wheat, one by one, but

mostly they don’t see. They smell.


A good sniff of each other is

like a chat. When rabbits shift

their noses up and down it is

called “nose blinking.”


Watching those tiny nose

muscles twitch makes my nose

itch. Makes my itch noisy.

Makes me want to nose blink.