running in circles

It is early morning. Early enough that there is little traffic yet, but enough daylight to see clearly. We are stopped at a red light. Waiting. Three cars, ours heading in one direction and two others side by side facing us. We are all watching the road where a rabbit has positioned itself. The light turns green. Nobody moves. "someone should do something" says my friend Jon. He gets out of the car at the same time as guy in car #1 also gets out. They look at the rabbit, at each other, wondering how to help. There is some waving of arms, some shoo-ing, some murmuring of encouraging words. But the rabbit is oblivious to their attempts to help. He continues to run around frantically in a clock-wise circle. After about three or four turns he flops on the ground, panting, then gets himself up and goes into another frenzy of turning. By now, traffic is gaining on us. Car #2 has pulled out, realizing the rabbit is not going to change lanes. Jon gets back in the car and we head off, leaving guy#1. A few minutes later, our errand finished, we are back at the intersection, slowing down to look for the rabbit. There he is, on the other side of the cross street, on the boulevard. We do not know how he got that far. I fear he does not feel the soft grass under his feet. Nor the fact that he is now safely out of the way of danger. Still with the clockwise turns.