Colour neo-trad tattoo of a brown rabbit with raised ears among green grass, on the outer thigh.

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Brown rabbit in grass on a thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A brown rabbit sits facing left with its ears raised, shown in faceted, angular shading in warm browns and tans. Green grass blades frame the rabbit on both sides, and faint green stems fade into the background behind it. Bold black outlines define the rabbit and grass, and the design fills the frame against softly blended green and olive tones.

Neo-trad Thigh Rabbit Grass Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, it's slick where the rain gets under the railings. Sit where you can see the gap in the hedge, because that's where he comes out. Everyone on this side of Sheffield knew the rabbit, though nobody agreed on whose he was. The old bowling green behind the depot had been left to the council's forgetting for years, and the grass there grew knee-high and sharp at the edges, which suited him fine.

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Dennis Pell took the night shift at the depot the winter his wife went into hospital, and he took his tea out to the green on his break because the bench under the sycamore stayed dry. The first night he saw the rabbit he didn't move for a full minute. It sat among the blades as if it had been cut from amber and set there, every plane of it catching the lamplight at a different angle, ears up, nose working. Dennis broke a digestive in two and put half on the path. Every night after that he did the same, and every night the crumb was gone by morning.

In the spring the council sent men with a digger to level the green for flats. Dennis came out on his break and found the machine idle and the foreman, a broad woman called Bev Okafor, standing in front of the tracks with her arms folded. A square of grass was left standing in the middle of the green, no bigger than a kitchen table, and the rabbit sat in the centre of it, watching them as though he had paid for the land himself. Bev said she'd not have a living thing turned out on her watch. The flats went up across the road instead.

If you keep still after the streetlamps come on, you'll see the ears first, poking over the grass like a pair of folded letters. Don't reach for him. He only ever comes for the crumb.