the rabbit and the beast

I'm walking alone
in the silent snow-covered sancutuary of nature
i feel invisble eyes boring into me
I call  out for them, looking around

I see them,
A white rabbit, pure as snow,
the vicious, bloodthirsty coyote
staring at his prey with unforgiving intent

i watch, paralyzed with horror
i watch the coyote lunge at the poor rabbit
i watch as be sinks his afflictive fangs into the hare's flesh
he watches the terror on my frozen face

It was almost as though the attack was just for his pleasure
like he did it just to horrify me
as with only one bite he scampers off
leaving the rabbit to bleed

I rush over to the poor creature,
the surrounding snow
blood-stained crimson
crimson to match the red of it's eyes

then the screams commence
The most awful, shrill, spine-tingling screeching
the screams cause memories to surface.
Screams similar to my demons, screaming inside me

memories of times when I too
was coated in such abundant crimson blood
not caused by any vicious beast or demon
but by the demons inside of me

I panic I don't know what to do
the rabbit will die
It will die, just like my blackened soul
I'm overcome with horrendous pity

    The rabbit dies
        and I wake up
              sound in my bed
                  but I will never forget