The Prey

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From her dark hiding place her heart pounded. She wondered if it could be heard out there, because it beat so loudly in her ears. Her journey so far had been a dangerous one, and the great expanse still lay between her and the safety of home. Mustering her courage she dug in and plunged out into the darkness, running with all of her might.

Above her great talons waited. The great white owl with its sharp beak and bright eyes waiting to catch her in its grasp. There was no cover for the little bunny in the great expanse. There was only open space in which the owl could easily soar and dive. Its hungry screams filling the darkness.

Our little brave bunny ran with all of her might. Shear force of will keeping her going. She dare not look back or up. She knew the danger was there. Her only focus lay ahead in the calm safety of her den. She had no idea how close those sharp claws were, but she could feel them on her fur.

Out of the darkness came the raging red beast. It had no steak in the drama that lay head but it would affect the out come. Rumbling down the road it was headed on its own agenda. It did not care about the frightened bunny or the hungry owl. But as it rounded the corner its head lights brought the entire drama into focus.  Its wheels came crunching in close  proximity to the bunny. Its hood glancing a blow to the owl. Sending each creature off into separate paths. Cutting the space between prey and predator like a knife.

The bunny now safely in her burrow, the owl on a branch above, cursing the red beast that kept it from its dinner.

 

 

I know this is a far cry from what I normally right. But it happened the other night on my way home. And it made me think.

Life is not simply, this way or  that way. It is affected by millions of different things. We are not always the windshield or the bug.

Sometimes we are the bunny, running  for our lives.

Sometimes the hungry owl, denied our dinner.

And sometimes we are the red beast, wreacking havoc where ever we go, and not realizing what damage we have done.

 

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8 Comments

  1. October 8, 2013 at 10:23 pm

    What a frightful experience. You poor dear thing. Why can’e we be the beast sometimes.

    • loneyheart said,

      October 8, 2013 at 10:26 pm

      I was the beast. Me and my mid life crisis car. I was happy to be the protector of the rabbit even if it meant cheating the owl out of its dinner.

  2. cjriordan said,

    October 8, 2013 at 11:11 pm

    For all you know, Red Beast, you prevented the Owl from choking to death on a bone. 😉 It all boils down to perspective, doesn’t it?

    (and I like it when your writing takes a detour!)

    • loneyheart said,

      October 9, 2013 at 2:47 pm

      thanks. I lose perspective some times.
      And I need to detour more often. There is more to me than the sex crazed woman. But not to far because she is always lurking under the surface.

      • cjriordan said,

        October 9, 2013 at 4:20 pm

        I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope of colors. Each blends into the next. My introspective woman, my wise woman, my inner child, and my inner whore…all blend together to form the woman the world sees. It is just a matter of tipping the kaleidoscope and the picture shifts accordingly. 😉

      • loneyheart said,

        October 9, 2013 at 5:13 pm

        beautifully described and perfect in its explination

      • cjriordan said,

        October 9, 2013 at 6:16 pm

        Aww…shucks! 🙂 Blushing!


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