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