Born in
The forest.
Run in
The woods.
Living for,
Berries and
Brothers,
And Sister.
Jumping,
Laughing,
And eating,
Everyday.
We,
Hear,
Carbon
Dioxide
Exhaust;
We stop.
We look,
Right,
We look,
Left.
When it,
Clear,
Our hoofs,
Feel the,
Flat black,
Plastic.
Then the,
Light,
Is so,
Bright,
That stops,
Us in,
Our,
Tracks.
Before we,
Know,
We hear,
The lead,
And see,
Our blood.
In a second,
We become,
The laughter,
Of a hungry,
Family.
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