The Hawk and the Rabbit

The hawk spread its wings, and the rabbit cowed. Such a scene is a marvellous setting for a pictorial rendition. In reality, though, it evokes a sense of trepidation and turmoil. The rabbit scampers but the hawk swoops. The rabbit caught in its talons, the hawk soars in the sky. And soars higher and farther … till it reaches its den. The rabbit mortified but yet alive, shrivelled but yet puling , looking through its pleading, nay resigned eyes towards its purveyor of impending death.  Will the hawk mellow or delay? The right question is whether it will abandon its instincts.  A hardened and long look from the hawk on the rabbit. The hawk moves its head ever so slightly; the rabbit understands; it stoops its head as if in submission; the hawk accepts the offering; the long beak pierces the soft epidermis on the rabbit’s neck; the rabbit whimpers and then ululates, but in a matter of 10 seconds, it lolls forward desiccated of energy and so-called life. The hawk swallows, feasts and satiates; it looks around the surroundings and presently soars again into the sky against the cerulean and into the oblivion, with keen eyes looking down till everything fades from sight.