posted on Aug, 16 2006 @ 06:20 PM
The sun has long ago set, but night has not yet entered fully into the forest for moonlight has taken up the challenge to brighten the fields and
darken the shadows beneath the trees.
On a snow-capped mound, the rabbits playing tag pause to lift long silky ears towards the distant sound of wolves. A silent communication passes
around the still circle and the rabbits again enter the enjoyment of coolness and exercise. Only one remains on alert, an old rabbit, scarred of ear
and bleak of eye, sitting upright on his haunches, paws folded just so, nose twitching.
Not wolves, not cat, but something....he remains on alert, sinking slowly to all fours as the something becomes, across the meadow, a parade of
creatures. Creatures which jump, hop, or skitter in and out from under the shadows of trees; he smells them as unknown, sees them as strange.
Impatiently, old rabbit rubs a front paw across his eyes. Looking again at the creatures he sees only vague shapes, odd angles, lumps and horns
where there should be limbs or muzzles.
He cannot determine these creatures are predators, but dares not chance that they are. He signals retreat with a thump of a hind leg and the rabbits
bolt for their holes.
A quiet breeze rustles through the woods, carrying the distant howl of wolves.