children's tale

a chosen word or two matters not much
we know enough to count the open ways
in which to value what the speaker says
and leave behind that which we cannot clutch
the timid rabbit hiding in its hutch
is not much wiser than the cat that plays
out in the garden but it knows the days
account for more than what we think to touch
the predator may dance before the prey
but is no gift the thing that must be done
is not to gaze upon the complex act
but in a twinkling to run as fast away
as would a bullet leave the hunter's gun
the magic is not in the thought but fact