The Hunter and the Rabbit

A hunter, pale and glum with hunger,
wandered about a mountain steep.
Marred, mauled, a beggar of mercy
alone he did within himself weep.

A rabbit caught the hunters’ gaze,
hopping about the quiet field,
It grazed him, death, in purest form,
latent behind a human veil.

Perplexed the hunter checked his aim.
Intrigued by its unnatural instinct.
followed the mute creature as it disappeared
behind a pile of weathered flints.

As he approached he saw,
a blanket of leaves , a pillow of hay
shivering, naked, with half open eyes,
two most exquisite new-borns lay.

The arrows confided with their quiver,
the arms of hunger laid their arms,
awe-struck, astounded with magnificence,
at lucid display of nature’s charms.

Agog the hunter scampered for thoughts,
how reality amongst utopia flies,
He kills the babies, with himself he can’t live
he walks away he slowly dies.

If you were the hunter, what would you do?