a short poem i made for fun.
Four baby bunnies born in the plants
Three baby bunnies burned all black
Two baby bunnies sitting in the grass
One baby bunny crying for her momma back
No more baby bunnies, all their bodies slack
All their sockets empty, wish for what they lack
All their mouths dry, blood drips from a crack
Their bodies slashed by claws, scars from the attack
Pray for the poor bunnies, eaten by the gray-back
hah. there ya go.
YOU ARE READING
astral
Randomanything I feel like writing, any day, any time, awake with the stars.
