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
Heart started loving