The foxbun ran, and damn did it run fast.
As fast as it's little legs could take it.
Head down, ears pulled back, it could barely see.
It was running blindly, dodging left and right,
Ducking under low brush and jumping clear over dead trees.
Breathing heavy and loud, the foxbun made it into a clearing.
With no crashing sounds behind it, it figured the chase was over.
The little creature skid to a stop, thinking it was safe from it's pursuer,
And instead bumped into something solid and wet.
Eyes opening up wide, the snack shook in fear.
It watched the nose pulse and then lift,
Followed closely by lips that curled into a growl.
The foxbun had run away from a hungry owlcat,
and straight into the lethal jaws of a yawning bear.
