Trapped on the peninsula, is the one in dire need.
Alone he might seem; saving him is a deed nobody would do indeed.
Thine predators may hunt, unaware that you're not blunt.
Amongst the growth of the stunt vegetation, thee may be the only one to grunt.
Because evolution caused an alter; mutations may have you saved, concealing the cub with nature and feed you with what you need.
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I never write anything related to science fiction let alone poetry. And I don't like what I've written.
