The Hunter & The Bunny

At dawn, the bunny peeks from her burrow low, 
Nose twitching at the sun’s warm, golden glow. 
A crack of a branch breaks the peaceful morn, 
She flees into the brush, feeling torn.

The Hunter gives chase with a steady stride, 
But the bunny finds refuge where she can hide. 
Breathless, she waits ’til the world grows still, 
Nestled deep, her beating heart to thrill.

Under moonlight’s gentle, silver glow, 
She peeks again, curious to know. 
The Hunter lies asleep beside her den, 
And the bunny’s heart flutters again.

Quietly, she approaches with a gentle grace, 
Nosing near, to admire his sleeping face. 
A sniff, a twitch, she circles with delight, 
Startled, she flees in the cover of night.

The Hunter stirs, oblivious to her near, 
As she watches with a mix of hope and fear. 
Days pass, and the bunny’s heart takes flight, 
As she awaits his visits in the fading light.

From afar, she watches, timid and shy, 
His voice sometimes makes her scamper by. 
Yet he returns, and she wonders why, 
Till one day, she dares to draw closer to his side.

With a gift in her mouth, she stands so small, 
Eyes fixed on him, uncertain of it all. 
What will the Hunter do, she muses with a sigh, 
In this dance of love ‘neath the vast, open sky.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro