When  Rabbit Meets The Hunter

 
                  Thin high pitch of terror 
                  The rabbit froze. 
                  Soft tremors beneath his hand 
                  The hunter paused. 

                  Trapped by the balance the two danced 
                  She to live 
                  He to live 
                  Consumed by a fire only they could fuel 
                  They danced that precious dance. 

                  Hand to her throat he felt her shiver 
                  Head to his chest she heard him love her 
                  Contra temps they waltzed the measure 
                  Knowing they must love again. 

                  Sweat dripped down 
                  He froze. 
                  Heart started loving 
                  She paused.

                                        10/10/97
                                     Arwen Nightstar
                                     for poenkitten