Harvey's Brother

Harvey’s Brother. I paused in, the shade of a carob oak, to smoke a cigarette, when a rabbit crossed the track, stopped sat on its haunches and sniffed the air. Do not come nearer, my furry friend the temptation will be too great and I’ll shoot you. It didn’t, but I shot it any way, gutted and skinned on the spot, hoped no one heard the bang the hunting season had yet to start. At home I cut it into nice pieces added, onion, garlic, parsley and with butter gently fried it in an iron pan, then I let it simmer with red wine for some time. I went into my study to read the papers, the rabbit sat on top of my desk eating yesterday’s poetry, nice animal grey and blue, with silky fur, and I thought of a movie called “Harvey.” Back in the kitchen I put the stew in a dish and gave it to the neighbour’s dog. Harvey has gone now he doesn’t even appear in my dreams.