on a canvas of snow...a winter's embrace...where the sky splits and shatters...a fragmented space...rabbits gambol...a flurry of white...while vultures soar high...a menacing sight...but crows caw and circle...a vigilant band...chasing the shadows...a feathered command...driving the vultures from skies overhead...protecting the play...where the rabbits have fled...stone sentinels stand...tales frozen in time...watching the dance...a silent...stoic rhyme...each balanced rock...a story to be told...struggles and triumphs...of winters of old...rabbits leap...a symphony of grace...a fleeting moment...in this winter's space...the crows cry out...a chorus of sound...as the vultures retreat...with nary a wound...and the snow falls softly...a blanket so deep...as the winter's ballet...its secrets to keep...the rabbits rest now...their dance at an end...while vultures watch...untill the shadows descend...