The Hunted Animal
I awoke to the night.
Not yet dawn.
The birds were at my window.
Singing a mournful song.
The owl rode the moon still.
That shone into my room.
His eyes were sad.
The rabbits were full of doom.
They know the sun would not shine.
Not ever again for me.
They had come to pay their respects.
To stand by me.
Since small I had walked into the woods.
Run with them during the hunt.
Never forgot their woes.
I was one of them.
And to the sweet earth I will be returned.
They had come to follow me.
To my final resting ground.
To pay their respects.
To another animal hunted down.
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