The Rabbit
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The silver moon hung low in the sky, smokey clouds passed over it, making shadowy patterns on the grass below. A brown rabbit sat on the edge of a field, nose turned skywards, sniffing the cool air, waiting.

The Rabbit

The silver moon hung low in the sky, smokey clouds passed over it, making shadowy patterns on the grass below.

A brown rabbit sat on the edge of a field, nose turned skywards, sniffing the cool air, waiting.

Kind brown eyes flicked back and forth across the vast land, searching for something.

Without warning the rabbit suddenly burst forth, rocketing across the landscape towards the leafy greenery of the farmer's crops.

Coming to an abrupt halt, the rabbit lowered its head, whiskers twitching in anticipation.

A tasty looking leaf selected, the rabbit leaned towards, paws poised for a quick exit, should they be disturbed.

Along the thicket another creature was stirring.

A flash of orange as a bush tail swept through the underbrush. Shoulders low to the ground, muzzle tilted up, sniffing the air.

The fox crept forwards, it's fiery, coarse fur camouflaged by the tall grass.

The rabbit, still eating, remains blissfully unaware of its impending demise. Swallowing the last morsel of leaf, the rabbit selects another and returns to munching.

The fox quickens it's pace slightly, not so much that the rabbit might hear, but enough for the fox to cross over most of the field in a few long, careful strides.

The fox's yellow eyes narrow hungrily as it nears the rabbit. The fox can hear a heartbeat drumming in its ears. It's own, or the rabbits? The fox cannot tell.

The heartbeat quickens; the fox freezes in his step.

The rabbit lifts it's head from the leaf and sniffs the air. Nothing different. No danger here.

Returning to its meal, the rabbit licks its snout, whiskers quivering at the touch of its tongue.

The fox readies it's muscular body, tightly coiled sinew, ready to pounce.

The fox pads forwards slowly, head so low to the ground it's breath shakes the loose dirt beneath it.

The rabbit pauses mid-chew and pricks one velvety soft ear up.

Twisting its ear to face the opposite direction, the rabbit surveys the area, adopting its own form of natural satellite.

The rabbit stiffens.

The fox prepares to spring.

Quick as a flash the rabbit takes off across the field, showering the fox in a cloud of dirt and grass as it's feet pound against the crop strewn ground.

The fox snarls as it's jaw snaps shut on nothing, the air heavy with the scent of the rabbit's fur.

By the time the fox looks up from its position, the rabbit is long gone; tucked up safe down inside its warren.

The fox has failed in its quest tonight.

Tail cast down between its legs, the fox slinks off towards its den.

The faint orange glow of the rising sun announced a new day as the birds begun to wake from their slumber.

The circle continued on.

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