Ukrainian war
a young rabbit lays hidden in the fresh green grass
a deafening sound approaches
sharp blades cut through the grass
as a defense the rabbit remains motionless
hoping the danger passes him without being noticed
but the kniver keep getting closer
to escape certain death he cautiously crawls further
the roar dies
a hand decends from heaven and grabs him by the neck
he scratches and bites
despite his fierce defense
he is put over the fence
in a freshly plowed field
a battlefield without any shelter
aware of his vulnerability he crawls away from the danger
and finds refuge in a deep furrow
he is safe for now
but without food or drinks the chances of survival are very slim
the blazing sun takes its toll
when he finally succumbs by exhaustion he sees ...
yellow/blue in front of his eyes
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