You tried to distance them,
The rabbit and the wolf.
Will you break them apart?
Do not break them.
I am curious still.
His darkness, his shield,
her innocence, her sword.
Trotting, his usual, self-loving gate,
his inflated self-confidence, his demise.
But do not slaughter him for it,
the rabbit has killed him,
she, with her tenderness,
her shy yet bold approach.
He fills me with intrigue
his eyes so full of malice,
his bristling fur, so alert
yet his guard drops, for her?
And she, so confusing, so complex
Her heart, an egg. A fragile shell,
guarding such a soft inside,
yet she risks it, for him.
Do not break them
the rabbit and the wolf.
You and I daren't interfere,
leave be, leave be.
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