The quick to anger and the fast to forgive,

An ouroboro of seasons,

The hare surrendering to the fox time and time again,

“I’m sorry for my hunger”, says the fox,

“I forgive you”, the hare replies,

-“devour my body”.

Scarlet leaves lay heavy like a body,

The forest floor a carpet of caution,

Step with velvet feet lest you wake the sleeping beast,

“It’s my instinct to pounce”, says the fox,

“I forgive you”, the hare replies,

-“I’ll remain a mute”.

Fisted fingers mute the protests of the meek,

Skin puckered with purple and blue,

Or crimson like wine poured on pelts,

“My hand acted of its own accord”, says the fox,

“I forgive you”, says the hare,

-“pain is temporary in the end”.

A quick end to a long beginning is preferred,

To quickly split the thread that binds two bodies,

The predator and the prey whom dance around a blazing pit,

“I’ll kill us both if you leave again”, says the fox,

“I forgive you” says the hare,

-“I’ll dance until my feet bleed”.

Bleed the body to cure the ailment,

There is no remedy to fix a terminal sentence,

A domesticated rabbit would be easier to contain and easier to teach,

“You should’ve done as I’d asked”, says the fox,

“I forgive you”, says the hare,

-“I have already lost my fight”.

An unmatched, unfair fight,

Two creatures unable to tally a score,

One will always have the upper hand and one will only be bones in the end,

“I’m sorry” says the hare,

But the dirt cannot speak,

So the fox does not reply.