Rabbits in a Field

Quick! That thing is not on wing!
Pain in a screaming package of muscle
and aerodynamic perfection.

Lets run! Quick!
Ears bobbing, dodging, hopping
over the empty field.
No one sees us in our moving!
No one sees us in our moving!

Treeline! Quick!
And the shade announces we are safe from
sun and heat and airborne violence.
We are not food we are a family!
We live to run another day.