Our scene: a hunter's cabin in the woods.
Outside, the night has woken up the crickets,
and predator and prey resume their feuds.
A spiderweb laid out atop the thickets
is glistening with moonlit, pearly dew,
its owner absent, swallowed by a sparrow,
or dinner for an overzealous shrew.
A rabbit peeks, nose sniffing, from her burrow,
the crescent still too bright, she's in no rush.
First hesitates, then springing into action,
takes off for parts unknown across the brush,
her bushy stompers excellent for traction.
Each creature's purpose solely: eat, prey, love.
The hunter's here for all of the above.
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