Bunnies and Coyotes

Each morning as I stand in front of my bathroom mirror, I'm also watching the bunnies grazing in the yard outside--two larger rabbits and two smaller. Somehow it brings me peace to watch them eating breakfast just before I eat mine.

The last few nights we've heard coyotes howling, marauding through our neighborhood while I, in my warm, safe bed, hope the bunnies cling tightly to the inner bushes and go unnoticed.

Today when I looked out the window, I saw one bunny. My husband says the others are in the bushes, being cautious, but I fear he's wrong, trying to mend my broken heart.

I'm letting my heart be broken, and I long for a world without coyotes. 

What do you long for? What do you do when your heart is broken?