Life on a Farm
Is not as easy as it sounds
The creatures of the night
Steal, kill, destroy
Crimson liquid flows through
The lives under your protection
These dark creatures
Hide in plain sight.
Each one mocking
Each one cackling
Each one stuck in the cycle
Death.
Fountains of roses
flow from the lives
Taken too soon
The only witness; the moon
How can I protect my flock
How can I protect my herd
What will the repercussion be to save
The lives under my protection.
The way to protect them
Is not as easy as it sounds.
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Hi Y'all,
Here's another poem! This is actually about having animals and livestock so hope you enjoy and that its not too dark.
~ B. Whetstone
