Instinct and Reason

Two rabbits against green grass,

Standing still until I pass,

An instinct built into their bones.

But their colors? Tones

Of brown and gray.

As I come closer, neither bounds away.

Stillness, not camouflage, is their game.

They don't move a hair. Just the same

Each of us knows the other's been seen.

I move still closer, and they careen

Across the field, deciding to season

Instinct with a quick dash of reason.