Foxes and Bunnies

Over the past several weeks, little bunnies have been eating abundant dewy clover on our lawn. Each barely bigger than my fist, at times four or five bunnies have been chewing away, felling white clover, their pink ears almost translucent in the morning light.
For a few days we've not seen them, even though I held off cutting the sweet clover until yesterday. Last evening, as a friend and we sat on our deck sipping after-dinner drinks and trading stories, we suddenly noticed an alert fox apparently trying to make sense of our nonsense.
Hmmmm. Bunnies. Fox.
Poor bunnies, sensible fox.