luck of rabbits - 2019

rabbits filter in and out of their warrens,

early morning mists leaving dewdrops on their velveteen ears.

how whimsical it must be to live in a world that isn’t so barren.

a coyote juts out from his tree-line hiding place,

the morning sun reflecting off his porcelain fangs.

it must be nice to strut about unbothered by who you might face.

the red string of fate binds these two together; neither one can escape the other.

the rabbits can do their best to outrun him, but eventually one will fall behind.

the coyote can try to ignore his hunger, but at the end of the day all things must eat.

a cacophony of crows blares overhead,

the rabbits retreat back to their dens.

today fate ruled in favor of the rabbits; today there will be no bloodshed.