Ray Ching b. 1939
A Rabbit who had been brought from the Old Country to this new land was making his way along the edge of a broadleaf podocarp forest when a bird that he had not seen before fell to his feet. The Rabbit bent low, the better to hear how he might help. The beautiful bird with his broken feathers made the faintest whisper, ‘Here was our home a great time before you found our land, our passing is now beyond your careful attentions.’