The CLever rabbit

The Clever rabbit has three holes. One day while sitting in the park meditating, I could not get the monkey to stop chattering in the back of my mind. So, I opened my eyes and examined my surroundings. Directly in front of me about 10 yards was a pine tree that stood over two stories tall. Scurrying up and down the tree was a small collective of squirrels collecting nuts or whatever they go grabbing and carrying off like gold to a poor man. I watched the squirrels for a minute or so when I noticed a rabbit on the perimeter of the of the small area keep popping his head up and down from a small hedge surrounding the area. Basically, looking from the top down, you would see a large tree, me to the north of the tree, sitting on a bench, and a rabbit poking his head up and down on the west side of the tree making a right angle with me and the tree would be the 90 degree angle. The next thing that happens, the rabbit makes a break towards the tree, where the squirrels are collecting nuts, and proceeds to run towards me. As the rabbit turns toward me and begins running, a hawk drops from the branches of the tree and catches a squirrel in its razor sharp talons and carries the meal back into the branches and the rabbit escapes into the bushes: What is the moral of the story?