Hunted
I can see it slinking silently through the woods after its next victim,
The forest growing round it disguises it from sight,
SNAP
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…
Running…
Running…
Running to the end…
by Jack