the run
rabbit on the run
a chase
a blurred streak
a sneak-attack
rips through
a stretched skin of electric fear
slipstreams of instinct
give it a path to flee upon
earth springs-up
leaps ahead
air bouncing limbs
part waves
in a green sea.
rabbit never looks back
until
the scent of a killer
wafts upon dispersing clouds
it nibbles scenery
forgets wild flights
or wall-eyed race tracks
through long grass
yet even now
ears scan for blips
on a fine-haired radar
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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