Two Rabbits, a Wolf, and the Wind

An ominous storm one winter day, No more animals out to play, The once green grass left to decay As crystal daggers litter the already silken white ground. But despite all of this, Two reckless rabbits Lost their wits And were surrounded by the storm. A nearly starved pack of wolves spotted the pair Desperate for dinner, to the rabbits’ despair The duo ran ‘till they could no more Praying they wouldn’t be dinner for sure Until. From the corner of their eyes they saw A stature a bit too tall For any comfort at all. For a while the rabbits were running, running, Unaware of the upcoming cunning, stunning, leering, jeering, not friendly-appearing Fox, whom one may assume Didn’t want to make friends he couldn’t consume. Yet to their surprise, the predator said, “Don’t worry, because yes, a hand I will lend For one little favor, the least I can ask Is if you’d so kindly make me a mask So I can grab a juicy chipmunk Because with my apparal, I’ve had no luck I can distract the pack I’ll watch your back As long as it may take. A worthwhile deal, may I say Besides, what’s a little chipmunk to you anyway?” The first rabbit said, “Of course, that’d be great!” Not knowing the deal would alter his fate For while the rabbit was looking for twigs The fox was deciding how to break his limbs. But the second rabbit, wiser than his friend Knew the fox’s ways and how it could end So he said, “No thanks, I think I’ll pass.” And went away, praying his buddy would last. As the second bunny went away from the fox Still running away from the wolves, at a loss Of what he would do next. And as he rushed, the wind blew his hair And at first embraced its warming air But then it whispered in his ear “You have been strong so far, my dear But now you must continue to trust my voice For going astray is a punished choice And though it may seem useless at first You must lead them to water to quench their thirst.” The rabbit pondered at the scheme Because how could they drink from a frozen stream? The wind replied, “Yes, their hearts are hard But hearing my word plays a wild card For some, it can crack open the ice But others will refuse and keep rolling the dice Wasting their lives Losing their minds.” The young rabbit only somewhat understood But with the wind’s might, he did all he could He lead the wolves to a pond And to his relief, the burden’s bond With him was gone The grass he could see He finally could breathe The spring set him free. Meanwhile his friend, returning with bark Planning to make the mask before dark But when he arrived, the wolves all attacked And the fox barred his teeth and made his neck snap As his fangs seeped deeper, he heard the wind speak, “You listened to him, he made you weak But I can make you strong once again So long as you simply admit your sin.” But even with all the mercy given The stubborn rabbit refused to give in So he let the sneaky fox consume him And as his eyes began to dim He still didn’t accept the price for protection was already payed.