As It Comes

                It is coming.
                I can feel its heavy gait thud above my eternal refuge. It is searching for me. But, will I be discovered? Can my concealment be too much for the small-minded beast? Or, will it sniff me out with its hideous crimson snout?
All I can do is wait.
I have not the means to flee, for God cursed my kind by giving us no legs to run and no wings to fly. But, thankfully, I can neither watch as the monster’s teeth of granite crush me beneath its jaws, nor listen as it approaches to do so.
But, I can feel. I can feel the advancement of the fiend. I can feel it tear my body to ribbons as it savagely devours me. And I can feel fear.
It is getting closer.
The story of the beast has been bred amongst my kind since birth. It is said to be covered with a fur so coarse that it makes the sharp stones of the earth feel soft in comparison. Talons like diamonds penetrate from this crude covering to shred the habitat of those few unfortunate enough to encounter it. But, most is said about its teeth.
Instead of incisors, daggers protrude from its upper jowl. These daggers, forged in the deepest pit of Hell, can breach through any barrier, whether it be wood, stone, metal, or flesh. Nothing can stop them.
And this monster, this demon worse than the dreaded Devil himself, is after me.
I can feel it nearing.
The rhythmic booming of its feet as it pounces the earth above me is intoxicating. It is like the music of Death. Its alluring sensation produces a maddening effect upon my fearful soul as I slip into a trance-like state even when I completely understand that it may lead to the end of me. The pulse is almost peaceful, relaxing the fear from me like a calming sedative. The terror and anxiety is slowly, pleasantly slipping away.
It stopped.
Is my looming demise now inevitable? Has my moment of reckoning finally come? Will I soon be amid the dead in the heavens?
All these questions with no answers. At least, no answers yet.
                The fear is overwhelming.
                All I wish is that it will come and be done with. It is torturing me with time. It leaves me to ponder if my life has been worth living. The beast probably knows that I have nothing to live for. But, that gives me more reason to live. For what is dying without first living?
All I have ever wanted in my lifetime has been to produce offspring. I have simply wanted my line, my legacy to live on. But, it is too late for that now.
The beast is above me, but I fear it no more. I have been wrapped in emotions since its advancement. But, now all I feel is hate. I despise that it has come to ruin me. I loathe its meaningless slaughter of my kind.
Come down you God-forsaken monstrosity! Do your bidding and end me! Carve me apart with your raking talons; I care not! End my existence with your fangs of flame and be done with me! Your lingering must cease! For that is what is breaking me. My fear of death is now beyond me, but your toiling, your relentless delaying is utterly devastating my will!
Wait.
                It has come.
                I no longer need to suffer. My life will soon be at its end. Thank God.
                Goodbye world of the living. As I first feel the piercing of pain, I shall pray that you shall never feel the same.

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A small rabbit slowly hops into a field, digs up a carrot, and eats it.