White on white, the little creatures fur twitches, with a quiet stir.
Tiny limbs frozen in silent snow. Sunlight strikes crystals, everything aglow.
Beaded eyes survey a powdered yard, glancing to and fro, frantic, on guard.
From the corner of its eye— a shudder of movement, it saw. A quiet mutter?
Long ears flicking, trembling, waiting. Paralyzed, it keeps debating.
Just outside view, just beyond that hill, the rabbit knows things worse than winter chill.