The forest likes to pretend it's alive just like humans.

The moss covered floor, holding a body of tethered feathers. Ants start to surround the bird, a silent thank you for the loss. Something always benefits from another's lost heartbeat.

Rustling in the bushes.

Out comes a small cottontail. The little rabbit hops over to look for some food. Hesitant, ears stiff and listening.

Have you ever felt scared?

Scared of being looked at, touched...talked to? Hoping you can just burrow away like a rabbit?

Hide from the predators? One who will eat you the second they get a whiff.

The ones who don't chase, who simply wait.

The rabbit freezes.

There is always something lurking, coming to find you.

Do you hear that?

The rabbit lowers flush to the ground.

Is the flight instinct kicking in yet?

The rabbit kicks off and runs fast, flying through the mossy forest, then it jumps right into a hole, burrowing deep, dirt clinging to the cottontails fur. Hiding from the dangers above.

It was just the wind.

Bizarre isn't it?

The fear such a little rabbit can have.