Bunnies can be soft lines.
They have round edges.
Their eyes hold nothing but the fear they know.
But hares have the same exhaustion in their eyes as we do.
They, too, are tired of being afraid.
You can see it. Can't you?
That gleam of intelligence. Of understanding. Of hate.
They see us. They see our nature. They see we were, once, too cowering. That we o longer fear the wolves. That we are the wolves now. They see themselves in us. We see ourselves in them.
We like what we see. They don't.
We see resilience.
We see perseverance.
We see bravery.
They see laziness.
But they know that it is not our fault.
We are only animals. We succumb to nature.
When a bowl of food is placed before a dog it will eat until it is sick. It doesn't know how to rely on its next meal.
We rip into the carcass of safety. We tear its guts out with dull teeth and weak jaws, lazy eyes and soft hands.
We run slowly, we weaken, we soften, we melt. But it knows we cannot help it. We are only animals, the hare and i.
And it knows it cannot soften.
So it only watches us.
With exhaustion in its eyes. As we melt the bunny like butter.
24/05/25