The tentative rabbit sees only the grain not the slender loop ready to tighten to choke out nourishing air. Vain the thrashing, inevitable the cold creeping, blood stopping. There are snares hidden to catch me. God keep me from those snares save me from those snares I believe God will set me free from the hunter’s snare. “From those who would trap me with lying words.” Per crucem et passionem tuam. through Your cross and Your Passion, You will deliver me from those who hunt me libera nos Domine save us all O Lord. +