Scene 1
A silence
cascading through these hills
Like water
gliding gently over landscapes
a caress
gently sliding into eternity
Time stops, the world rotates
And now, the sun--
opposite in direction
shines into a hole
and the hare
sleeping inside
is awakened
by light
on his eyes
Scuffling attack
the ground trembles
the scratch of the scuffling claws
reverberates
echoes through the lonely, empty forest
The skull pokes out, with vessels for blood,
tissues for warmth, brown fur camouflage.
Spherical sensors slide + glide
fluidity in motions
a distinct blurring
misting of the eyes
clouds form
the fog covers all
The face blurs
into the ground
White of snow
brown of hair
Stirred together
a tonic of color
Formless mass
instinct and action
Blink, clear
The image in focus
once again
Stealthy creature
and a rabbit, peering from a hole.
There is silence
in an inhabited land
The birds have retired
for the day
The deer have somwhere
gone astray
The miniscule creatures
move slowly, without pain
A branch cracks
and leaves crunch
The rabbit head
twists, scanning.
The fox, discovered, sprints
A half-second elapses
Then the sun stops.
The fox suspends in air
The rabbit's legs scrambling
A half-second.
The sun halts, again.
The fox descending
the peak of the leap
milliseconds behind
the now.
The rabbit, head in
hole, is shy of freedom
but barely.
The sun continues its motion
the fox is no longer suspended
collapse
A scramble
red, flowing, coating, thick + sweet
Twitch, twitch, twitch.
Stop.
Twitch.
Stop.
It's over, the tale has ended.
There is a fade to black,
but the screen does not say "The End",
the house lights do not rise.
No audience shuffles out quietly.
There is no light
no tunnel
no bright, shining truth
No being.
no help
no savior.
Just black.
(accept.)
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