Quailing Creatures

This tale doth begin ‘pon a cold morning.

The beauteous sun beyond a hill graven into the scene-

Snow suffocates the grass and all who strikes green.

Patches of berry bushes arise to avail wild creatures with fruit.

Bellytimber to last the little creature’s days from the berry roots.

A beauteous white rabbit slumbers in her hill isolated from the truth

Unknowing of what destiny hath planned for her heart.

Awakening in the morning snow entwined in her thoughts.

Glancing ear to ear with widened eyes dost the hare,

“Shiver me timbers! This blasted cold shall smitten anyone who dares.”

She climbs from her comfortable hole clinging to the breeze

Looking up with a gasp and a skree

“My my! Is that a wolf in a tree?”

Stepping forward in curiosity dost the rabbit as she looks high above.

The peculiar creature blutters a sentence to the lightly slumbering wolf,

“Wolves dare not liveth in trees.”

“Neigh, little hares dareth not speaketh to me.”

“The little creature that I am

Thou can call me a rabbit, a hare

In all forgiven honesty I just don’t care.

But I shall be a ferocious creature who wields uniqueth strength to protect mine face, leof.”

Squirreling down his odd smitten throne the wolf quanderes,

“What be so special about thou, bellibone girl?”

The wolf admits as his tail curls

Wrapped around the fluffy rabbit.

She felt at ease and certainly not like a soon to be maggot.

As she became entangled in a trance searching for his facet

Unaware of everything around as they warmed closer.

Looking deep into the eyes of the white rabbit the wolf began to murr,

“Little bellibone, I can agauw thee to death

There simply might be nothing left.”

With eyes entwined the inferior creature wonders without a sweat,

“Then leof, how cometh thee hast not yet?

If thee truly meant me harm in the end let it be mineth own fault if I forget.”

Smiling wide the rabbit hops away playfully awaiting.

The rabbit falls in fluster of her own haste

As the wolf and rabbit frolic playfully.

With each wrestling match the little white rabbit looses miserably.

The days go by and the two share many of memory.

The adventuring never looking empty

With the two warming together as the snow feasts on their berries.