Just another day in the forest

The drizzling rain, weeping brazenly on the coppery leaves.
Perusing this scenery of a golden brown painting, the still figure wasn't noticed.

Standing in the towering shades of ancient monoliths. It watched the unfolding play with golden lit eyes. Almost silently, a new performer entered the scene.

A tiny shape on four paws followed by a chestnut plume. With quick little steps it started gathering the spoils. Spread on a carpet of warm, bronze coppery leaves.

The observer's gaze shifted slowly, as a new player emerged. Two pointed pinnacles a harbinger, rose from the spread carpet.

Scrutinizing eyes skimmed the play field, as if looking for danger.A quiet gentle smile appeared on the onlooker's face.
It boded no ill for the mesmerizing fantasy at play.

Swift as an arrow, almost trepidatiously, the greyish hare shot out of its burrow.
Its running gait followed by keen golden lit eyes. The peaceful play was soon to be broken,by nature's relentless design.

When from afar, a dark shadow loomed ominous and forebidding.
The long-eared hare, unaware of danger near, kept on its risky way.

Silently its back arched, yellow eyes focused on the unsuspecting prey.Then almost too fast for the eye, its dark grey mass erupted with lightning speed.

The grey wolf launched its massive jump.
At last the hare sensing its peril slowed its run.
The wolf landed on its paws, ready for the kill.

Sometimes fate has its own twist, when unexpected unravelings suddenly occur.
Suddenly the hare vanished from the wolfs sight.

The watcher observed with satisfying grin, the fluffy scut of the hare as it disappeared in its den.