The Chase

On the plains in the Texas panhandle The fight for survival is real As I watched from the derrick On a short smoke break A scene rather harsh and surreal A cottontail bunny was having his way In a pasture of gold knee high grass When a hungry coyote, prowling late in the day Caught his scent on the breeze as it passed The bunny must have sensed, the coyote was near He ran circles and made figure 8 bows Confusing the canine, wound up chasing his tail While the bunny escaped down the road But nature has a way of being quite cruel As a hawk observed from above As he swooped down, the poor bunny froze In a scene void of malice and love With the rabbit in tow, still kicking and screaming The hawk not making a sound Somehow lost his grip, dropping his prey Who died instantly hitting the ground In all the commotion, the old coyote Had watched and raced to the kill Snatching him up and never looking back Running swiftly over a hill I stood there amazed, as the scene played out This microcosm of struggles and strife Then thought about destiny, no matter how hard you fight The unfairness and the fragility of life by Daniel Turner