Run little foxy
Flee into the woods and SNAP
Paw caught into a trap
Struggle little fox
The armed hunters are coming
Their footsteps quicken
Fight little foxy
Your life will end very soon
Unless you persist
Fly free little fox
Your soul's journey has ended
You live now in stars
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A sorta grim outlook of a hunter and prey relationship
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
