when death knocks

Not the most beautiful of days today in the rainy city of Vancouver. Even when it's not raining the sky's overcast with clouds that seem to have no end. We haven't seen sunshine for a week now and it's been getting to me. It was good to see two kids playing out in their backyard on the moist grass taking turns going down the slide; I had to live vicariously through them because the lack of sunshine gets me down at times. While the kids are busy playing along comes a rabbit out through the fence and the kid's spot it, at first take a few cautious steps towards it afraid if they make too much noise the small furry creature will turn and run away. As they get closer it's only inevitable that they cross through the comfort zone of the edgy rabbit and off they are in a race to catch it. the two kids running around dodging toys and balls trying to get to the rabbit who has now hidden under the slide.

The children decide to be a bit more tactful this time around so they go on either side of the slide and close in the for catch. again the rabbit darts off and as soon as the kids take off after it a hawk swoops in and picks the rabbit right off the ground. the now very confused kids slow to a halt and look up at the hawk in hopes it'll let their furry playmate back down. One kid turns away and begins to cry but the other still has hope. She keeps her eyes locked on the bird of prey until it is out of sight than she too bursts into tears. I guess you could argue that if the kids weren't distracting the rabbit by chasing it around the backyard it might have been more aware of it's surroundings and been able to avoiding getting picked up by the hawk or it's day had come and there it was, death, knocking at its door.