Dirt flying like rain
With feet forever churning,
Grass and plants uprooted
His muscles moving and burning

Stop for a much-needed drink.
The only chance for him,
Look up from the water
As he goes for a swim

Rabbit runs from me,
I move slowly to not scare
But my dropped blades are too loud,
And off goes the hare!

Ripped grass from my hands,
He meets me as he coasts over the ground.
He glides in my direction,
He feet slap the earth as they pound

Fur to dazzle a crowd
Browns as the eyes of few
And streaks of red, with power he fled,
While I was left to stew

I saw his tracks
Detailing his run
He strives only for warmth
But was blinded by the sun