Tapping does their feet on grass go
Thorns and thistles, and thickets grow
Oh how the white wind of stormy rain blows
Does the moon howl red
Its mother bled
As the darkness fed
On the rickety gallows
Of evening swallows that fly up
Up
Up
No where to hide
Run
Black paws spread
Run
White teeth shed
Run
Bushy tail swept
Up their tortured souls
Into rabbit holes
Chasing, running
Falling
everything's dead
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book of poetry
PoetryLovely poetry for you and me to share The sun sets as i stare Into your eyes so brown so blue The airy breeze that blows soft cottony cottons frolicking rabbits brown, green, red, yellow foxes dance in the meadows. In poetry lane where it sometimes...
