Not my best, but poetry is something I’m still getting the hang of. Sometimes I just like to write about something small.

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A rabbit hops

Fears the fox

Ears twitching, legs pumping

Into the brush

Fights the brambles

Startles a starling, it screams in her face

Free again

Away from the lake

No refuge there, the sky is a spy

Pauses to breathe

Lies flat and listens

No heat on her tail, no yips of dismay

The fox has given up

Lazy creature, but not unwise

He would sooner catch the wind