Railyard rabbit. Seen on the Intercity Cycleway, Hobart. December 2012. Do you know that I have seen eight ( 8! ) separate rabbits across Hobart in the past two weeks? Why, they almost breeding like... RABBITS! Colville , Kendrick Smithyman That sort of place where you stop long enough to fill the tank, buy plums, perhaps, and an icecream thing on a stick while somebody local comes in, leans on the counter, takes a good look but does not like what he sees of you, intangible as menace, a monotone with a name, as place it is an aspect of human spirit (by which shaped), mean, wind-worn. Face outwards, over the saltings: with what merit the bay, wise as contrition, shallow as their hold on small repute, good for dragging nets which men are doing through channels, disproportionate in the blaze of hot afternoon’s down-going to a far fire-hard tide’s rise upon the vague where time is distance? It could be plainly simple pleasure, but these have another tone or qual