Studying Bunny Footprints In Snow

The lone wolf was in a grouchy, grumpy, hungry mood Snow rabbits were much faster than he remembered He studied their hop slides in the frosty snow These rabbit's foot marks were diminishing as he studied them When did rabbits get so fast? He asked his wife. Her distaff side of the family would have laughed at this. Female wolves are better hunters, and they all knew it. Lone wolf had a let's-save-face epiphany. Maybe the rabbits let you catch them, he suggested. His mate gave him a slow side look. She knew better. The waning footsteps sparkled like rhinestones in the moonlight. I hunt better in the spring, he told his wife, convincing no one.