I can see it slinking silently through the woods after its next victim,

The forest growing round it disguises it from sight,


The fox reveals itself,

Its prey turns round, it runs

                                                                                                             Neither ever slowing


The rabbit dives into its home,

The fox scrabbling at the dirt around, trying to follow,

The rabbit is out, behind a lump of dirt, runs.

I drop down,

I can see the fox’s livid red coat, coal black eyes, its tail swinging hungrily,

The rabbit’s timid brown coat, the white of its tail, its eyes pierced with fear

further and further into the undergrowth, they chase

I soar with the updraft free of the




Running to the end…

by Jack

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