A flash of orange, brown and black darts between the groaning trees
Eyes wide in search of log or burrow to shelter from the violence of the rain
Matted fur slick with wet the weary fox runs on and on, ahead a sheltered burrow
Without thought he scuttled quickly underground body pressed against warm soil
But stopped short by trembling fluff, startled mother rabbit and her lot
Still and strange, unsure and frozen they do not move, then thunder cracks
All jump and shiver, push in deeper, Mr fox and Mrs rabbit
The brutal storm did rage for three days in the leaning forest
And when the sun did return, Mr fox left quickly picking over the debris
And mother rabbit and her lot breathed a little easy
Prompt: Strange Behaviour
