Long way up, short way down

A rectangle of flat rooftop is visible from my bedroom window, perhaps six feet by twelve, with a raised edge no more than a foot high. In the past few weeks a black and white rabbit has been put out to pasture on that platform. It lollops gently about, raising its head at the boundary and sniffing the air.

At first I was worried it might make the leap, fall to the gardens below. It hasn't yet, so my concern recedes, it must know, its owners must know.

But still. It might.

Placed in similar circumstances who among us can be certain we wouldn't?